Unto the morning, the night’s future, past;
Far be it to end, but only time that will last.
Ask nothing in return, yet offer you now;
Combined of heart and soul, the only way how.
It is the tears of joy, all in which I seek;
The strength I show, the ability to be meek.
This strife endured, is but for heaven’s sake;
As long as in the morning, next to you, do I wake.