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And tempest nature's universal Sphere.

1065 | To strike this trurb through adamantine man?' 1110 Such opposites eternal, stedfast, itern,

If not all adamant, Lorenzo! hear; Such foes implacable, are good, and ill;

All'is delusion; nature is wrapt up, Yet man, vain man, would mediate peace becween In tenfold night, from renfan's keenest eye; them.

There's no consistence, meaning, plan, or end, Think not this fiction, " Tbore was war in bea- In all beneath the sun, in all above,

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(As far as man çan penetrate), or heaven From heaven's high crystal mountain, where it is an immenfe, inestimable prize; hung,

1070 | Or all iş Nothing, or that prize is all.“ Th’ Almighty's out-stretchd arm took down his And shall each toy be still a match for heaven, bow,

And full equivalent for groans below' And shot his indignation at the deep :

Who would not give a trifle to prevent Re-thunder'd bell, and darted all her fires.

What he would give a thousand worlds to cure? And seems the stake of little nionient still ?

Lorenzo! thou hast seen (if thine to fee) And flumbers man, who singly caus’d the storm? All nature, and her God (by nature's course,

1075 And naturels course control'd) declare for me: 1135 He fleeps.--And art thou shock'd at myseries! The skies above proclaim," immortal man !" The greatest, Thou. How dreadful to reflect, And,“ man immortal !! all below resounds. What ardour, care, and counsel mortals cause

The world's a system of theology, In breasts divine! how little in their own!

Read by the greatest strangers to the schools; Where-e'er I turn, how new proofs pour upon If bonef, learnd; and fages o'er a plough. 1140

1080 Is not, Lorenzo! then, impos'd on the How happily this wondrous view fupports

This hard alternative; or, to renounce My fornier argument! How Itrongly ftrikes Thy reafon, or thy fenfe; or, to believe? Immortal life's full demonftration, bere?

What then is unbelief? "Tis an exploit; Why this exertion? Why this strange regard A ftrenuous enterprize : to gain it, man , From heaven's Omnipotent indulgʻd to man?- Must burst through every bar of common sense,

1085 Of common shame, magnanimously wrong; Because, in man, the glorious dreadful power, And what rewards the sturdy combatant? Extremely to be pain'd, or blest, for ever.

His prize, repentance; infamy, his crown. Duration gives importance; swells the price.

But wherefore, infamy ? - For want of faith, An angel, if a creature of a day,

1150 What would he be ? A trifle of no weight; 1090 Down the steep precipice of wrong he sides; Or ftand, or fall; no matter which; he's g

gone, There's nothing to support him in the rigbt. Because Immortal, therefore is indulgd

Faith in the future wanting is at least This ftrange regard of deities to duši.

In embryo, every weakness, every guilt; Hence heaven looks down on earth with all her And Itrong temptation ripens it to birth.

If this life's gain invites him to the deed, Hence, the foul's mighty moment in her fight: 1095 Why not his country Told, his father Nain? Hence, every soul has partisans above,

'Tis virtue to pursue our good fuprenie;' And every thought a critic in the skies :

And his supreme, his only good is bere. Hence, clay, vile clay! has angels for its guard, Ambition, avarice, by the wife disdain'd, 1160 And every guard a passion for his charge : Is perfect wisdom, while mankind are fools, Hence, from all age, the cabinet divine 1100 And think a turf, or tomb-stone, covers all; Ilas held high counsel o'er the fate of man. These find employment, and provide for sense

Nor have the clouds those gracious counsels hid; A richer pasture, and a larger rangé; Angels undrew the curtain of the throse, And Jense by righe divine ascends the throne, 1165 and Providence came forth to meet mankind : When virtue's prize and prospect ate no more; in various modes of emphasis and awe, I105 Virtue no more we think the will of heaven. He spoke his will, and trembling nature heard; Would heaven quite beggar virtue, if belov'd? He spoke it loud, in thunder and in sform. " Has virtue charnis?"- grant 'her heavenly Witness, thou Sinai! whose cloud-cover'd height,

fair; And thaken basis, own'd the present God;

But if unportion'd, all will interest wed; 1179 Witness, ye biliows! whole returning tidt, mo Though that our admiration, this our choice. Breaking the chain that faften'd it in air,

The virtues grow on immortality'; Sweet Egypt, and her menaces, to hell:

That root destroy'd, they wither and expire. Witness, ye flames! th' Assyrian tyrant blew A deity believ'd, will nought avail;' To sevenfold rage, as impotent, as trong: Rewards and punishments make God ador'd; 1175 And thon, carbb! witness, whose expanding jaws And bopes and feurs give conscience all her power.


dying parent dies the child, Clos' d o'er * presumption's facrilegious sons :


with immortalily, expires. Has not each elemeni, in turn, Yubscrib'd

Who tells me he denies his soul immortal, The foul's bigb price, and sworn it to the wise? Whate'er his boast, has told me, He's a knave. 1189 tas sok dame, ocean, æther, carthquake, Itrove His duty 'tis, to love himself alone;

Nor care though mankind perish, if he siniles. Koral, a

Who thinks cre long the man Shall wbully die;




Is dead already, nought but brute fursives. Turn up thine eyes, survey this midnight scene; And are there such ?-Such candidates there what are earth's kingdoms, to yon boundless 1185 orbs,

1245 For more than death; for utter lofs of being Of human souls, one day, the destin'd range? Being, the basis of the Deity!

And what yon boundless orbs, to godlike man? Ask you the cause ? -The cause they will not tell: Those numerous worlds that throng the firmament, Nor Reed they : O the forceries of fenfe!

And ask more space in heaven, can roll at large Tbey work this transformation on the soul, - 1190 In man's capacious thought, and still leave room Dismount her, like the serpent at the fall,

1250 Dismount her from her native wing (which soar'd For ampler orbs, for new creations, therer Ere-while ethereal heights), and throw her down, Can fucb a soul contract itself, to gripe To lick the dust, and crawl in fuch a thought. A point of no dimension, of no weight?

Is it in words to paint you? O ye fallen! 1195 It can; it does: the world is such a point : Fall'n from the wings of reafor, and of bope! And, of that point, how small a part enflaves ! 125$ Erect in lacure, prone in appetite!

How small a part--of nothing, shall I say? Patrons of pleasure, posting into pain!

Why not? -Friends, our chief treasure! how they Lovers of argument, averse to femfe !

drop! Boasters of liberty, faft bound in chains ! 1200 Lucia, Narciffa fair, Philander, gone! Lords of the wide creation, and the shame! The grave, like fabled Cerberus, has op'd More fenfeless than th' irrationals you scorn! A triple mouth; and in an awful voice, 1260 More base than those you rule! Than those you Loud calls my soul, and utters all I fing: pity,

How the world falls to pieces round about us, Far more undone ! O ye most infamous

And leaves us in a ruin of our joy! Of beings, from superior dignity! 1205 What says chis transportation of my friends? Deepest in woe from means of boundless bliss ! It bids me love the place where now they dwell, Ye'curl by blesings infinite ! because

1265 Molt highly favour'd, most profoundly lost! And scorn this wretched spot, they leave so poor. Ve motley mass of contradi&tion strong!

Eternity's vast ocean lies before thee;
And are you, too, couvir.c'd, your souls fly off There; there, Lorenzo! thy Clariffa fails.

1210 Give thy mind sea-room; keep it wide of earth, hi exhalation soft, and die in air,

That rock of souls immortal ; cut thy cord; 1270 From the full food of evidence against you? Weigh anchor; fpread thy fails; call every wind; In the coarse drudgeries and finks of fense, Eye thy Great Pole-far ; make the land of life, Your souls have quite worn out the make of

Two kinds of life has double-natur'd man, heaven,

And two of death; the last far more severc. By vice new.cast, and creatures of your own 1215 Life animal is nurtur’d by the fun;

I 275 But though you can deform, you can't deftray ; Thrives on his bounties, triumphs iu his beams. To curse, not uncreate, is all your power,

Life rational sublists on higher food, Lorenzo! this black brotherhood renounce ; Triumphant in His beams, who made the day. Renounce St. Fvrement, and 'read St. Paul. When we leave that sun, and are left by this, Ere, rapt by miracle, by reafun wing'd, 1220 (The fate of all who die in stubborn guilt) 1280 His mounting mind made long abode in heaven. 'Tis utter darkness; Itrictly double death. This is freetbinking, unconfin’d to parts,

We fink by no judicial stroke of heaven, To send the soul, on curious travel bent,

But nature's course; as sure as plumbets fall. Through all the provinces of human thought; Since God, or man, must alter, ere they meet, To dart her fight through the whole sphere of (Since light and darkness blend not in one sphere) man;

1225 of this valt universe to make the tour;

'Tis manifest, Lorenzo! zubo must change. In each recess of space, and time, at home;

If, then, that double death should prove thyllot, Familiar with their wonders; diving deep; Blame not the bowels of the Deity; "And, like a prince of boundless interests there, Man shall be bleit, as far as man/ermits. Still most ambitious of the molt remote; 1230 | Not man alone, all rutionals, have an arms 1290 To look on truth unbroken, and intire';

With an illustrious, but tremendous, power
Truth in the filem, the full orb; where truths To counter-act its own molt gracious ends ;
By truths enlighten'd, and sustain'd, afford And this, of lirict necellity, not choice;
An arch-like, Irong foundation, to support That power deny'd, men, angels, were no more
Th'incumbent weight of absolute, complete 1235 But paflive engines, void of praise or blame, 1295
Convifion; here, the most we press, we stand A nature rationgl implies the power
More firm, who most examine, most believe, Of being blest, or wretched, as we please;
Parts, like half-sentences, confound; the whole Else idle reason would have nought to do;
Conveys the sense, and God is understood; And he chat would be barr'd capacity
Who not in fragments writes to human race : 1240 Of pain, courts incapacity of bliss.
Read his whole volume, sceptic! then reply. Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doon) ;

This, this, is thinking free, a thought that grasps Invites us ardently, but not compels;
Beyond a grain, and looks beyond an hour. Heaven but perfuades, almighty maa decress :



Man is the maker of immortal fates.

'Tis printed in the mind of gods for ever, Man falls by man, if finally he falls; 1305 lo nature's ruins not one letter loft.

1165 And fall he muft, who learns from death alone, In proud disdain of what ev'n gods adore, The dreadful secret That he lives for Ever. De smile ?-Poor wretch! thy guardian angel Why this to Thee !--Thee yet, perhaps, in weeps, doubt

Angels, and men, assent to what I sing; Of second life? But wherefore doubtful ftill? Wits (mile, and thank me for my midnight dream. Eternal life is nature's ardent wish : 1310 How vicious hearts fume phrensy to the brain ! What ardently we wish, we foon believe :

1370 Thy tardy faith declares that with destroyd : Parts push us on to pride, and pride to shame; What has deflroy'd it ? --Shall I tell thce what? Pert infidelity is wit's cockade, When fear'd the future, 'tis no longer wih'd ; To grace the brazen brow that braves the kics, And, when unwilh'd, we strive to disbelieve. By loss of being, dreadfully secure.

1315 Lorenzo! if thy doctrine wins the day, 1376 « Thus infidelity our guilt betrays.”

And drives my dreams, defeated, from the field Nor that the fole detection! Blush, Lorenzo! If This is All, if earth a final scene, Blush for hypocrisy, if not for guilt.

Take heed; stand fast; be sure to be a knave, The future fear'd ?--An infidel, and fear? A knave in grain ! ne'er deviate to the right : Fear what? A dream? A fable? How thy Should'st thou be good how infinite thy loss! 1380 dread,

1320 Guilt only makes annihilation gain. Unwilling evidence, and therefore firong, Bleft scheme! which life deprives of comfort, Affords my cause an undesign'd support!

death How disbelief affirms what it denies !

Of bope; and which vice only recommends. “ It unawares, afferts immortal life."

If so, where, infidels! your bait thrown out Surprising! infidelity turns out

1325 To catch weak converts ? where your lofty boat A creed, and a confeffion of our fias;

1385 Apoftates, thus, are orthodox divines.

Of zeal for virtue, and of love to man

in? Lorenzo ! with Lorenzo clash no more;

Annihilation! I confess, in these. Nor longer a transparent vizor wear.

What can reclaim you? Dare i hope profound Think'it thou, Religion only has her malk? 1330 Philofopbers the converts of a song Our infidels are Satan's hypocrites,

Yet know, its title* flaurers you, not me;

1390 Pretend the worst, and, at the bottom, fuil. Yours be the praise to make my title good;, When visited by thought (thought will in. Mine, to bless heaven, and triumph in your praise. trude),

But since so pestilencial your disease, Like him they serve, they tremble, and b. lieve. Though sovereign is the medicine I prescribe, Is their hypocrisy so foul as this;

1335 As yet, I'll neither triumph, nor despair : 1395. So fatal to the welfare of the world?

But hope, ere long, my midnight dream will wake What detes ation, what contempt, thcir die! Your hearts, and teach your wisdom-co be wise : And, if unpaid, be thank'd for their elcape For why should fouls immortal, made for blils, That Christian candour, they lirive hard to scorn: E’er with, (and with in vain !) that fouls could If not for that asylum, they might find 1340

die? A hell on tartb ; nor 'scape a worse below. What ne'er can die, oh! grant to live;

and crown With insolence, and impotence of thought,

1403 Instead of racking fancy, to refute,

The wish, and aim, and labour of the skies; Reform thy manners, and the truth enjoy. Increase, and enter on the jnys of heaven: But shall I dare confefs the dire result? 1345 | Thus thall my title pass a sacred seal, Can thy proud reason brook so black a brand ? Receive an imprimatur from Above, From purer manners, to fublimer faitli,

While angels thout- As Infdel Reclaim'd! 1405 Is-nature's unavoidable ascent;

To clole, Lorenzo! spite of all my rains, An bonesl deist, where the gospel tine,

Siill seems it ftrange, that thou shoula't live for Matur’d to nobler, in the Cliflim enc's. 1350 When that blest change arrives, c'en cast aside Is it lefs Itrange, that thou should't live at all? This song fuperfluous; life immortal Itrikes This is a miracle; and That no more. Conviction, in a flood of light divine.

Who gove beginning, can exclude an end. 1410 A Chrifiian dwells, like *Uriel, in the sun; Deny tl ou art: Then, doubt if thou foull be. Meridian evidence puts.doubt to fight: 1355 A miracle with miracles inclos d, Aad ardent bope anticipates the skies.

Is man: and starts his faith at what is firange? of ikut bright fun; Lorenzo ! scale the sphere; What lets chan wonders, from the wonderful Lis ealy! it invites thee; ic desconds

What less than miracles, from God, can flow ? 1415 From heaven to wooe, and waft thee whence it Admit a God that mystery fupreme !

That cause uncaus'd! all other wonders cease; Read and revere the sacred pare; a page 1360 Nothing is marvellous for Him to do: Ll here triumphs immortality; a page

Deny Him-all is mystery besides; Which not the whole creation couid produce; Millions of mysteries! Each darker far,

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Ii week thy faith, why choose the harder lide ?
We nothing know, but what is marvellous ;

Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
So weak our reason, and so great our God, 1425
What most surprizes in the sacred page,

Or full as itrange, or stranger, must be true.
Faith is not reafor's labour, but repose,

To faith, and virtue, why so backward, man?
From hence :--The present strongly strikes us all; THE MAN OF THE WORLD ANSWERED.

1430 The futare, faintly; can we, then, be men?

IN WHICH ARE CONSIDERED, of men, Lorenzo! the reverse is right. Reason is man's peculiar : Sense, the brute's. The Love of this Life; the Ambition and PleaThe present is the scanty realm of sense;

sure, with the Wit and Wifdom of the World. The future, reason's empire unconfin'd: 1435 On that expending all her godlike power, She plans, provides, expatiates, triuniphs, there ; There, builds her blessing! There, expects her ND has all nature, then, espous'd my part ? praife;

Have I brib'd heaven and earth to plead againit And nothing asks of fortune, or of men.

thee? And what is reason? 'Be fhe, thus, defin'd; 1440 And is thy soul immortal?_What remains ? Reason is upright stature in the


All, All, Lorenzo!-Make immortal, bleft. Oh! be a man; and strive to be a god.

Unblekt immortals !What can shock us more? 5 6 For what? (thou say's) To damp the joys of And yet Lorenzo ftill affects the world; life?"

There, stows his treasure; thence, his title draws, No; to give beart and fubfiance to thy joys. Man of the world (for such wouldst thou be call'd) That tyrant, bupe; mark how she domineers; 1445 And art chou proud of that inglorious style? She bids us quit realities, for dreams;

Proud of reproach? for a reproach it was, Safety and peace for hazard, and alarm;

In ancient days; and CuriSTIAN—in an age, That tyrant o'er the tyrants of the foul,

When men were men, and not alham'd of heaven She bids ambition quit its taken prize.

Fir'd their ambition, as it crown'd their joy. Spurn the luxuriant branch on which it fits, 1450 Sprinkled with dews from the Castalian font, Though bearing crowns, co spring at diftant game; Fain would I re-baptize thee, and confer 15 And plunge in toils and dangers for repose. A purer spirit, and a nobler name. It bope precarious, and of things, when gain'd, Thy fond attachments fatal, and inflam'd, Of little moment, and as little stay,

Point out my path, and dictate to my long : Can sweeten coils, and dangers into joys; 1455 To Thee, the world how fair ! How strongly ítrikes What then, that hope, which nothing can defeat, Ambition ! and gay pleasure stronger ftill! Our leave uvalk'd ? Rich hope of boundless bliss! Thy triple banel the triple bolt that lays Bliss, paft man's power to paint it ; time’s to close! Thy virtue dead! Be these my triple theme;

This hope is earth's moft estimable prize : Nor shall thy wit, or wisdom, be forgot. This is man's portion, while no more than man: Common the theme; not so the song; if she 1460 My song invokes, Urania, deigns to smile.

25 Hope, of all passions, most befriends us bere; The charm that chains us to the world, her foe, Pallions of prouder name befriend us less. If the dissolves, the man of earth, at once, Hoy has her tears; and transport has her deutb; Starts from his trance, and fighs for other scenes ; Hope, like a cordial, innocent, though strong, Scenes, where these sparks of night, these fars, Man's heart, at once, infpirits, and serenes ; 1465

shall shine Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys; Unnumber'd suns (for all things, as chey are, 30 "Tis all our present state can safely bear,

The blest behold;) and, in one glory, pour Health to the frame! and vigour to the mind ! Their blended blaze un man's astonish'd fight ; A joy attemper'd! a cballis'd delighed

A blaze-the least illustrious object there. Like the fair summer evening, mild, and sweet ! Lorenzo! since eternal is at hand. 'Tis man's full cup; his paradise below! 1471 To swallow time's ambitions; as the 'vat 35

A bleft hereafter, then, or hop'd, or gain'd, Leviathan, the bubbles vain, that ride Is All; our whole of happiness: full proof, High on the foaming billow; what avail 1 chofe no trivial or inglorious theme. (1475 High titles, high descent, attainments high, And know, ye foes to fung! (well-neaning men, if unattaind our bigbeft? O Lorenzo! Though quite forgotten * half your Bible's praise !) What lofty thoughts, these elements above, Imporiant truths, in spite of verse; may pleasę: What towering hopes, what fallies fro in the fun, Grave minds you pruise; nor can you praise too What grand surveys of destiny divine,

And pompous presage of unfathom'd fate, If there is weight in an Eternity,

Should roll in bofoms, where a spirit burns, Let the grave listen ;-and be graver fill. 1480 Bound for eternity! In bosons read * Tbe puetical parts of it.

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On human hearts He bends a jealous eye, It brings bad tidings: how it hourly blows
And marks, and in heaven's register jnrolls, Man's misadventures round the listening world!
The rise, and progress, of each option there; Man is the tale of narrative old time;.
Sacred to doomsday! That the page unfolds, 50 Sad cale; which high as Paradise begins;
And spreads us to the gaze of gods and men. As if, the toil of travel to delude,

And what an option, o Lorenzo! thine ? From stage to stage, in his eternal round,
This world! and This, anrival'd by the skies! The days, his daughters, as they spin our hours
A world, where luft of pleasure, grandeur, gold, On fortune's wheel, where accident unchought
Three demons that divide its realms between Oft, in a moment, snaps life's strongest thread, 115

55 Each, in her turn, some tragic story tells, With strokes alternate buffet to and fro

With, now-and-then, a wretched farce between, Man's restless heart, their sport, their flying And fills his chronicle with human woes. ball;

Time's daughters, true as those of men, de Till, with the giddy circle fick, and tir'd, It pants for peace, and drops into despair. Not one, but puts fome cheat on all mankind : 110 Such is the world Lorenzo sets above 60 While in their father's bolom, not yet ours, That glorious promise angels were esteemid They flatter our fond hopes; and promise much Too mean to bring; a promise, their Adord Of amiable; but hold bim not o'erwife, Descended to communicate, and press,

Who dares to trust them; and laugh round the By counsel, miracle, life, death, on man.

year, Such is the world Lorenzo's wisdom wooes, 69 At fill-confiding, fill-confounded, man, 125 And on its thorny pillow seeks repose ;

Confiding, though confounded; hoping on, A pillow, which, like opiates ill-prepar'd, Untaught by trial, unconvinc'd by proof, Intoxicates, but not composes; fills

And ever-looking for the never-feen. The visionary mind with gay chimaras,

Life to the last, like hardeu'd felons, lyes; All the wild trash of Deep, without the rest; 70 Nor owns itself a cheat, till it expiręs.

13 What unfeigrid travel, and what dreams of joy! Its little joy goes out by One and One,

How frail, men, things ! how momentary, both! And leave poor man, at length, in perfect night; Fantastic chace of shadows hunting shades! Night darker, than what, note, involves the pole. The guy, the busy, equal, though unlike;

O Thou, who dost permit these ills to fall, Equal in wisdom, differently wise!

75 | For gracious ends, and would'st that man should Through flowery meadows, and through drcary mourn!

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O'Thou, whose hands this goodly fabric framd, One bustling, and one dancing, into death. Who know't it best, and would'A that man should There's not a day, but, to the man of thought,

know! Betrays some secret, that throws new reproach What is this sublunary world ? A vapour; On life, and makes him sick of seeing more. 80 A vapour all it holds; itself, a vapour; The scenes of business tell us--" What are men' ;”. From the damp bed of chaos, by Thy bcam 140 The scenes of pleasurem" What is all buside;" Exhald, ordain'd to swim its deftiu'd hour There, others we despise ; and Here, ourselves. In ambient air, then melc, and disappear. Amid disguff eternal, dwells delight?

Eartb's days are nuniber'd, nor remote her doom; 'Tis approbation strikes the string of joy. 85 As mortal, though less transient, than her sons;

What wondrous prize has kindled this career, Yet they doat on her, as the world and they 145 Stuns with the din, and choaks us with the dull, Wcre both eternal, solid; Thou, a dream. On life's gay stage, one inch above the grave? They doat ! on what? Immortal views apart, The proud run up and down in quest of eyes; A region of outsides! a land of shadows! 'The fenfual, in pursuit of something worle; 90. A fruitful field of flowery promises ! The grave, of gold; the politics of power, A wilderness of joy! perplex d with doubts, 150 And all, of other butterflies, as vain!

And sharp with thorns! a coubled ocean, spread As eddies draw things frivolous and light, With bold adventurers, their all on board! How is man's heart by vanity drawn in;

No fecond hope, if here their fortune frowns; On the swift circle of returning toys, 95 Frown foon it must. Of varivus rates they sail, Whirla, straw-like, round and round, and then in- of enligns various; All alike in This, 145 gulphid;

All restless, anxious; tost with hopes, and fears, Where gay delusion darkens to despair !

In calmeit skies; obnoxious A l to stornı; " This is a beaten track.-Is this a track And stormy the most general blast of life; should not be beaten ? never beat enough, All bound for happiness; yet few provide Till enough learn’d the truths it would inspire. 100 The chart of knowledge, pointing where it lies; Shall Truch be silent, because Folly frowns? Turn the world's history; whac find we there, Or virtue's helm, to shape the course design'd: But furtune's sports, or nature's cruel claims, All, more or less, capricious fate lament, er muoman's artifice, or man's revenge,

Now lifted by the tide, and now reforbid, And endless inhumanities on man?

105 And farther from their wishes than before : Bane's trumpe: feldom sounds, but, like the All, more or less, against each other dah,

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