It seems that the future lies hidden in history. Its moments and instants can flee all at once. Today can be searing, along with time′s mystery. O trumpets of copper! O fire and ice! Past eras had wisdom without changeability. The epoch may choose who its favorite is and sometimes grant him its own false, strange nobility. The present revision feels like a fresh breeze. | 
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