But death upon winter’s brow
I can hear him sing
What is it now
What is it now
When the blizzards come boiling in
What is it now
No joyous mirth to greet the skulking skull
But pragmatism’s bleating sound
What is it now
What is it now
For last left the impatience bound!
Sighs the man as light’s jewels removed from heaven’s crown
What is it now
What is it now
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