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“Immortalia ne speres monet annus et almum
Quæ rapit hora diem .”
Hor., lib. iv. Od. vii. 7.
Quæ rapit hora diem .”
Hor., lib. iv. Od. vii. 7.
Yes, years, days, hours, that wave their wing
Through this our mortal span,
With changes on each outward thing,
And in the heart of man,
Through this our mortal span,
With changes on each outward thing,
And in the heart of man,
As with a thousand tongues they preach
No more, so frail and vain,
To build upon a sandy beach,
Where nothing can remain.
No more, so frail and vain,
To build upon a sandy beach,
Where nothing can remain.
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