All in a day`s work lamented by time;
The mystic breath forever loathing,
That the tyrant sun will rise and shine
Bringing fresh evocations and victory song.
All in a day`s work by Autumn`s hand;
Sighing summer to doom or naught,
That the boughs will wither and yellow-hued
Yet still to contend the winter`s mist.
All in a day`s work persuasion efficacy;
The over-lamented stance of hoodwink,
That may rise the populace soften by sophistry
And go crossing their invaluable mark.
The wish to end the gutter
Drove them myriad in number`
