Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything, Nailing the shoe in its place; while near him the tire of the cart-wheel. Pallid, with tearful eyes, and looks of saddest compassion. Made the bright air brighter, as up from the numerous meadows. Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash. Moved by the Spirit, rose, as if he were John the Apostle, Speaking such words of power that they bowed our hearts, as a strong wind. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard. But with a smile and a sigh, she clasped his neck and embraced him. There at the door they stood, with wondering eyes to behold him. On whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending, descending. Aloft, through the intricate archesOf its aerial roof, arose the chant of their vespers,Mingling its notes with the soft susurrus and sighs of the branches.Silent, with heads uncovered, the travellers, nearer approaching,Knelt on the swarded floor, and joined in the evening devotions.But when the service was done, and the benediction had fallenForth from the hands of the priest, like seed from the hands of the sower,Slowly the reverend man advanced to the strangers, and bade themWelcome; and when they replied, he smiled with benignant expression,Hearing the homelike sounds of his mother-tongue in the forest,And, with words of kindness, conducted them into his wigwam.There upon mats and skins they reposed, and on cakes of the maize-earFeasted, and slaked their thirst from the water-gourd of the teacher.Soon was their story told; and the priest with solemnity answered:"Not six suns have risen and set since Gabriel, seatedOn this mat by my side, where now the maiden reposes,Told me this same sad tale then arose and continued his journey! said the priest, as he stood at the shadowy threshold; "See that you bring us the Prodigal Son from his fasting and famine, And, too, the Foolish Virgin, who slept when the bridegroom was coming. The Village Blacksmith Poem (Video) by Henry W. Longfellow Christ Centered Ironworks 93K subscribers 18K views 3 years ago We put together "The Village Blacksmith" Poem video as an. ", Bright rose the sun next day; and all the flowers of the garden, Bathed his shining feet with their tears, and anointed his tresses. Then it came to pass that a pestilence fell on the city,Presaged by wondrous signs, and mostly by flocks of wild pigeons,Darkening the sun in their flight, with naught in their craws but an acorn.And, as the tides of the sea arise in the month of September,Flooding some silver stream, till it spreads to a lake in the meadow,So death flooded life, and, o'erflowing its natural margin,Spread to a brackish lake, the silver stream of existence.Wealth had no power to bribe, nor beauty to charm, the oppressor;But all perished alike beneath the scourge of his anger;Only, alas! But in the course of time the laws of the land were corrupted; Might took the place of right, and the weak were oppressed, and the mighty, Ruled with an iron rod. The initial paragraph of the poem is the description of the physical appearance of the blacksmith and his workplace. Poised it aloft in the air, and filled up the earthen teapot. it is falling already;All the roads will be blocked, and I pity Joseph to-morrow,Breaking his way through the drifts, with his sled and oxen; and then, too,How in all the world shall we get to Meeting on First-Day?. cried she aloud with tremulous voice; but no answer. Darted a light, swift boat, that sped away o'er the water. The language is the language of the common man; it is simple with few or no dependent clauses. Then as the wind seized the gleeds and the burning thatch, and, uplifting, Whirled them aloft through the air, at once from a hundred house-tops. Thus did the long sad years glide on, and in seasons and placesDivers and distant far was seen the wandering maiden;Now in the Tents of Grace of the meek Moravian Missions,Now in the noisy camps and the battle-fields of the army,Now in secluded hamlets, in towns and populous cities.Like a phantom she came, and passed away unremembered.Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey;Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended.Each succeeding year stole something away from her beauty,Leaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom and the shadow.Then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead,Dawn of another life, that broke o'er her earthy horizon,As in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning. the priest would say; "have faith, and thy prayer will be answered!Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow,See how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the magnet;This is the compass-flower, that the finger of God has plantedHere in the houseless wild, to direct the traveller's journeyOver the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert.Such in the soul of man is faith. Vain was the hope of escape; and cries and fierce imprecations, Rang through the house of prayer; and high o'er the heads of the others. He likes to travel. Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers. Day after day, with their Indian guides, the maiden and Basil. Or such as hangs by night o'er a city seen at a distance. "Benedicite!" His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, Then, in those sweet, low tones, that seemed like a weird incantation. Ah! Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean. Found they trace of his course, in lake or forest or river, Nor, after many days, had they found him; but vague and uncertain. and, concealing her face on his shoulder,All her o'erburdened heart gave way, and she wept and lamented.Then the good Basil said,and his voice grew blithe as he said it,"Be of good cheer, my child; it is only to-day he departed.Foolish boy! All was silent within; and in vain at the door and the windows. This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her. Weary and worn, they alighted, and learned from the garrulous landlord. Found she the hunter's lodge deserted and fallen to ruin! They, too, swerved from their course; and, entering the Bayou of Plaquemine. is Gabriel gone?" Beautiful is the land, with its prairies and forests of fruit-trees; Under the feet a garden of flowers, and the bluest of heavens. Then with a smile on her lips made answer Hannah the housemaid: Beautiful winter! Full of zeal for the work of the Lord, thou hadst come to this country.And I remembered thy name, and thy father and mother in England,And on my journey have stopped to see thee, Elizabeth Haddon.Wishing to strengthen thy hand in the labors of love thou art doing., And Elizabeth answered with confident voice, and serenelyLooking into his face with her innocent eyes as she answered,Surely the hand of the Lord is in it; his Spirit hath led theeOut of the darkness and storm to the light and peace of my fireside.. Soon o'er the yellow fields, in silent and mournful procession. There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village. The dyingLooked up into her face, and thought, indeed, to behold thereGleams of celestial light encircle her forehead with splendor,Such as the artist paints o'er the brows of saints and apostles,Or such as hangs by night o'er a city seen at a distance.Unto their eyes it seemed the lamps of the city celestial,Into whose shining gates erelong their spirits would enter. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath itLeaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsmanWhere is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of OctoberSeize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the oceanNaught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pr. Hurried words of love, that seemed a part of the music. Stationed the dove-cots were, as love's perpetual symbol. Passed through her brain, she spake, and repeated the tale of the Mowis; Mowis, the bridegroom of snow, who won and wedded a maiden. Spreading between these streams are the wondrous, beautiful prairies. What does this say about his character? All day long between the shore and the ships did the boats ply; All day long the wains came laboring down from the village. Led through an orchard wide, and disappeared in the meadow. Speaking these words, he blew a wrathful cloud from his nostrils. Save when a blazing comet was seen on the walls of that temple, As if a hand had appeared and written upon them, "Upharsin.". "Then, with a blush, she added,"Alas for my credulous fancy!Unto ears like thine such words as these have no meaning. But the light shone at last, and guided his wavering footsteps. with a mournful sound, like the voice of a vast congregation. Floated before her eyes, and beckoned her on through the moonlight. Thus spake Elizabeth Haddon at nightfall to Hannah the housemaid,As in the farm-house kitchen, that served for kitchen and parlor,By the window she sat with her work, and looked on a landscapeWhite as the great white sheet that Peter saw in his vision,By the four corners let down and descending out of the heavens.Covered with snow were the forests of pine, and the fields and the meadows.Nothing was dark but the sky, and the distant Delaware flowingDown from its native hills, a peaceful and bountiful river. Still stands the forest primeval; but under the shade of its branches. And lo! Gave they vent to their hearts, and renewed their friendly embraces. Farther down, on the slope of the hill, was the well with its moss-grown. Thus, at peace with God and the world, the farmer of Grand-PrLived on his sunny farm, and Evangeline governed his household.Many a youth, as he knelt in the church and opened his missal,Fixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devotion;Happy was he who might touch her hand or the hem of her garment!Many a suitor came to her door, by the darkness befriended,And, as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps,Knew not which beat the louder, his heart or the knocker of iron;Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village,Bolder grew, and pressed her hand in the dance as he whisperedHurried words of love, that seemed a part of the music.But, among all who came, young Gabriel only was welcome;Gabriel Lajeunesse, the son of Basil the blacksmith,Who was a mighty man in the village, and honored of all men;For, since the birth of time, throughout all ages and nations,Has the craft of the smith been held in repute by the people.Basil was Benedict's friend. Passed she along the path to the edge of the measureless prairie. Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession. Lo! Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike. His hair is crisp, and black, and long;His face is like the tan;His brow is wet with honest sweat,He earns whate'er he can,And looks the whole world in the face,For he owes not any man. Youthful he was and tall, and his cheeks aglow with the night air; And as he entered, Elizabeth rose, and, going to meet him. Friends they sought and homes; and many, despairing, heart-broken. Michael the fiddler was placed, with the gayest of hearts and of waistcoats. 'Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us,Let us repeat it now, and say, 'O Father, forgive them! Then it came to pass that a pestilence fell on the city. Then glad voices were heard, and up from the banks of the river,Borne aloft on his comrades' arms, came Michael the fiddler.Long under Basil's roof had he lived like a god on Olympus,Having no other care than dispensing music to mortals.Far renowned was he for his silver locks and his fiddle. Wandered alone, and she cried,"O Gabriel! Once, as they sat by their evening fire, there silently enteredInto the little camp an Indian woman, whose featuresWore deep traces of sorrow, and patience as great as her sorrow.She was a Shawnee woman returning home to her people,From the far-off hunting-grounds of the cruel Camanches,Where her Canadian husband, a Coureur-des-Bois, had been murdered.Touched were their hearts at her story, and warmest and friendliest welcomeGave they, with words of cheer, and she sat and feasted among themOn the buffalo-meat and the venison cooked on the embers.But when their meal was done, and Basil and all his companions,Worn with the long day's march and the chase of the deer and the bison,Stretched themselves on the ground, and slept where the quivering fire-lightFlashed on their swarthy cheeks, and their forms wrapped up in their blanketsThen at the door of Evangeline's tent she sat and repeatedSlowly, with soft, low voice, and the charm of her Indian accent,All the tale of her love, with its pleasures, and pains, and reverses.Much Evangeline wept at the tale, and to know that anotherHapless heart like her own had loved and had been disappointed.Moved to the depths of her soul by pity and woman's compassion,Yet in her sorrow pleased that one who had suffered was near her,She in turn related her love and all its disasters.Mute with wonder the Shawnee sat, and when she had endedStill was mute; but at length, as if a mysterious horrorPassed through her brain, she spake, and repeated the tale of the Mowis;Mowis, the bridegroom of snow, who won and wedded a maiden,But, when the morning came, arose and passed from the wigwam,Fading and melting away and dissolving into the sunshine,Till she beheld him no more, though she followed far into the forest.Then, in those sweet, low tones, that seemed like a weird incantation,Told she the tale of the fair Lilinau, who was wooed by a phantom,That, through the pines o'er her father's lodge, in the hush of the twilight,Breathed like the evening wind, and whispered love to the maiden,Till she followed his green and waving plume through the forest,And nevermore returned, nor was seen again by her people.Silent with wonder and strange surprise, Evangeline listenedTo the soft flow of her magical words, till the region around herSeemed like enchanted ground, and her swarthy guest the enchantress.Slowly over the tops of the Ozark Mountains the moon rose,Lighting the little tent, and with a mysterious splendorTouching the sombre leaves, and embracing and filling the woodland.With a delicious sound the brook rushed by, and the branchesSwayed and sighed overhead in scarcely audible whispers.Filled with the thoughts of love was Evangeline's heart, but a secret,Subtile sense crept in of pain and indefinite terror,As the cold, poisonous snake creeps into the nest of the swallow.It was no earthly fear. Alliteration - a figure of speech that refers to a repetition of identical initial consonant sounds within the group of words. With a few blows of the axe are hewn and framed into houses. For when the heart goes before, like a lamp, and illumines the pathway, Many things are made clear, that else lie hidden in darkness.". We will not speak of it further.It hath been laid upon me to tell thee this, for to-morrowThou art going away, across the sea, and I know notWhen I shall see thee more; but if the Lord hath decreed it,Thou wilt return again to seek me here and to find me.And they rode onward in silence, and entered the town with the others. Sought in the Western wilds oblivion of self and of sorrow. And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters. Lifted her golden crown above the heads of the boatmen. O lost days of delight, that are wasted in doubting and waiting! Second, Henry describes the blacksmiths optimism too. Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,For the lesson thou hast taught!Thus at the flaming forge of lifeOur fortunes must be wrought;Thus on its sounding anvil shapedEach burning deed and thought. He is described as "mighty" and his hair to be "long" and black. Where through the Golden Coast, and groves of orange and citron. said others; "O yes! Home to their roosts in the cedar-trees returning at sunset. Over the falling snow, the yellow sleigh, and the horses. Within her heart was his image. urvasi urvasi There are two figures of speech in the Poem The Village Blacksmith They are Simile and Metaphor. Years have passed, it seemeth a wonderful thing that I find thee. He is a Voyageur in the lowlands of Louisiana.". Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October, Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean. Waving his bushy tail, and urging forward the stragglers; Regent of flocks was he when the shepherd slept; their protector. Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father. $25.00 + $5.85 shipping. Onward o'er sunken sands, through a wilderness sombre with forests. Half the task was not done when the sun went down, and the twilight, Deepened and darkened around; and in haste the refluent ocean, Fled away from the shore, and left the line of the sand-beach. metaphor <p>simile</p> alternatives And, with returning guides, that sought the lakes of St. Lawrence. Ended, to recommence no more upon earth, uncomplaining. Just where the woodlands met the flowery surf of the prairie,Mounted upon his horse, with Spanish saddle and stirrups,Sat a herdsman, arrayed in gaiters and doublet of deerskin.Broad and brown was the face that from under the Spanish sombreroGazed on the peaceful scene, with the lordly look of its master.Round about him were numberless herds of kine, that were grazingQuietly in the meadows, and breathing the vapory freshnessThat uprose from the river, and spread itself over the landscape.Slowly lifting the horn that hung at his side, and expandingFully his broad, deep chest, he blew a blast, that resoundedWildly and sweet and far, through the still damp air of the evening.Suddenly out of the grass the long white horns of the cattleRose like flakes of foam on the adverse currents of ocean.Silent a moment they gazed, then bellowing rushed o'er the prairie,And the whole mass became a cloud, a shade in the distance.Then, as the herdsman turned to the house, through the gate of the gardenSaw he the forms of the priest and the maiden advancing to meet him.Suddenly down from his horse he sprang in amazement, and forwardRushed with extended arms and exclamations of wonder;When they beheld his face, they recognized Basil the blacksmith.Hearty his welcome was, as he led his guests to the garden.There in an arbor of roses with endless question and answerGave they vent to their hearts, and renewed their friendly embraces,Laughing and weeping by turns, or sitting silent and thoughtful.Thoughtful, for Gabriel came not; and now dark doubts and misgivingsStole o'er the maiden's heart; and Basil, somewhat embarrassed,Broke the silence and said,"If you came by the Atchafalaya,How have you nowhere encountered my Gabriel's boat on the bayous? "Then the old men, as they marched, and the women that stood by the waysideJoined in the sacred psalm, and the birds in the sunshine above themMingled their notes therewith, like voices of spirits departed. Told her that God was in heaven, and governed the world he created! Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water. Swiftly they glided away, like the shade of a cloud on the prairie. Flooding some silver stream, till it spreads to a lake in the meadow. Meanwhile, amid the gloom, by the church Evangeline lingered.All was silent within; and in vain at the door and the windowsStood she, and listened and looked, till, overcome by emotion,"Gabriel!" Nearer and round about her, the manifold flowers of the garden, Poured out their souls in odors, that were their prayers and confessions. Piled in confusion lay the household goods of the peasants. Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy. Then amid his exaltation,Loud the convent bell appalling,From its belfry calling, calling,Rang through court and corridorWith persistent iterationHe had never heard before.It was now the appointed hourWhen alike in shine or shower,Winters cold or summer's heat,To the convent portals cameAll the blind and halt and lame,All the beggars of the street,For their daily dole of foodDealt them by the brotherhood;And their almoner was heWho upon his bended knee,Rapt in silent ecstasyOf divinest self-surrender,Saw the Vision and the Splendor. Village, and mountain, and woodlands; and, walking under their shadow. Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward,Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant,Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gatesOpened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfieldsSpreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the northwardBlomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountainsSea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty AtlanticLooked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descendedThere, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village.Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of hemlock,Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries.Thatched were the roofs, with dormer-windows; and gables projectingOver the basement below protected and shaded the doorway.There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset Lighted the village street and gilded the vanes on the chimneys,Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtlesScarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the goldenFlax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doorsMingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens,Solemnly down the street came the parish priest, and the childrenPaused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them.Reverend walked he among them; and up rose matrons and maidens,Hailing his slow approach with words of affectionate welcome.Then came the laborers home from the field, and serenely the sun sankDown to his rest, and twilight prevailed. The Village Blacksmith. For example, the passage "Like a sexton ringing the village bell" gives an understanding of a common job in this . The Village Blacksmith : Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he ; With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. But when the service was done, and the benediction had fallen. First far off, with a dreamy sound and faint in the distance. Freeze in fantastic shapes on the window-panes in the winter. the ships, with their wavering shadows, were riding at anchor. Gentle Evangeline lived, his child, and the pride of the village. Breaking his way through clouds that encumbered his path in the heavens, Joseph was seen with his sled and oxen breaking a pathway. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. What their design may be is unknown; but all are commanded, On the morrow to meet in the church, where his Majesty's mandate, Will be proclaimed as law in the land. Silently, therefore, he laid his hand on the head of the maiden, Raising his tearful eyes to the silent stars that above them. before her extended,Dreary and vast and silent, the desert of life, with its pathwayMarked by the graves of those who had sorrowed and suffered before her,Passions long extinguished, and hopes long dead and abandoned,As the emigrant's way o'er the Western desert is marked byCamp-fires long consumed, and bones that bleach in the sunshine.Something there was in her life incomplete, imperfect, unfinished;As if a morning of June, with all its music and sunshine,Suddenly paused in the sky, and, fading, slowly descendedInto the east again, from whence it late had arisen.Sometimes she lingered in towns, till, urged by the fever within her,Urged by a restless longing, the hunger and thirst of the spirit,She would commence again her endless search and endeavor;Sometimes in churchyards strayed, and gazed on the crosses and tombstones,Sat by some nameless grave, and thought that perhaps in its bosomHe was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside him.Sometimes a rumor, a hearsay, an inarticulate whisper,Came with its airy hand to point and beckon her forward.Sometimes she spake with those who had seen her beloved and known him,But it was long ago, in some far-off place or forgotten. Loud, through the gusty streets, that all was well in the city. Come, take thy place on the settle. Joseph is long on his errand.I have sent him away with a hamper of food and of clothingFor the poor in the village. On the other hand, figurative language creates meaning by comparing one thing to another thing. The poem stars a blacksmith. Waiting with anxious hearts the dubious fate of to-morrow. Fragrant and thickly embowered with blossoming hedges of roses. Quietly paced and slow, as if conscious of human affection. This annual event gathers together the College literary community for a night to recognise and celebrate the creative writing talent of its students with awards presented for best in prose and poetry writing over the past year. Passions long extinguished, and hopes long dead and abandoned, As the emigrant's way o'er the Western desert is marked by. Now their destination is close as the bells are telling him. Then recommenced once more the stir and noise of embarking; And with the ebb of the tide the ships sailed out of the harbor. Faint was the air with the odorous breath of magnolia blossoms. Nearer, ever nearer, among the numberless islands. (d) Which words tell you that he is honest and hardworking? All sounds were in harmony blended.Voices of children at play, the crowing of cocks in the farm-yards,Whir of wings in the drowsy air, and the cooing of pigeons,All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love, and the great sunLooked with the eye of love through the golden vapors around him;While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and yellow,Bright with the sheen of the dew, each glittering tree of the forestFlashed like the plane-tree the Persian adorned with mantles and jewels. At each end of the house, amid the flowers of the garden. Then sat he down at her side, and they wept together in silence. Hearing the homelike sounds of his mother-tongue in the forest. Like a phantom she came, and passed away unremembered. Daily injustice is done, and might is the right of the strongest! Till Evangeline brought the draught-board out of its corner. Then John Estaugh came back oer the sea for the gift that was offered,Better than houses and lands, the gift of a womans affection.And on the First-Day that followed, he rose in the Silent Assembly,Holding in his strong hand a hand that trembled a little,Promising to be kind and true and faithful in all things.Such were the marriage rites of John and Elizabeth Estaugh. Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface. from his seat he had fallen, and stretched abroad on the sea-shoreMotionless lay his form, from which the soul had departed.Slowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head, and the maidenKnelt at her father's side, and wailed aloud in her terror.Then in a swoon she sank, and lay with her head on his bosom.Through the long night she lay in deep, oblivious slumber;And when she woke from the trance, she beheld a multitude near her.Faces of friends she beheld, that were mournfully gazing upon her,Pallid, with tearful eyes, and looks of saddest compassion.Still the blaze of the burning village illumined the landscape,Reddened the sky overhead, and gleamed on the faces around her,And like the day of doom it seemed to her wavering senses.Then a familiar voice she heard, as it said to the people,"Let us bury him here by the sea. Hung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of Jacob. Sang in her inmost heart, but her lips were silent and songless. Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. Over the watery floor, and beneath the reverberant branches; But not a voice replied; no answer came from the darkness; And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence. Gone was the glow from his cheek, and the fire from his eye, and his footstep. where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! Crowded with masts and sails of vessels coming and going; Here there is nothing but pines, with patches of snow on their branches. Painted with brilliant dyes, and adorned with tassels of crimson. And anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the music. Close at her father's side was the gentle Evangeline seated. Perhaps the harvests in EnglandBy untimely rains or untimelier heat have been blighted,And from our bursting barns they would feed their cattle and children. Long under Basil's roof had he lived like a god on Olympus. 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