Will I survive the night that's layin' the bed For me and calling me to go to sleep In her indistinct hold, "No dread... no dread..!"-- Her cradlesinging me for falling deep? Will I be able to behold the morrow As it unfolds its sunny splendors wide, Over the dew-fill'd medow and drifting billow, And pluck from heaven my lost fame and pride? Won't the night betray me, yielding me Into the eternal hands of death -- so when My fighting Conscious, with its ___ army But the night does wake me up to the day. Why then the questions do return, please say? ©️ N P Samal