Just for to-night.
Nay, I’ll not shun to-morrow’s wild alarms:
Storms when Thou sendest, I’ll not ask for calms.
Yet, I grow weary on the way I go:
Put underneath the everlasting arms—
Just for to-night. (Text.)
(2200)
Nightfall—See [God, Sleepless Care of].
NO MAN’S LAND
There is a peculiar propriety in the name “No Man’s Land,” which has been applied to the group of rocky snow-clad islands four hundred miles to the north of the North Cape of Norway, once spoken of as East Greenland, and appearing on all modern maps as Spitzbergen. Wintering on these islands is practically impossible to civilized man. There are myriad petrels and gulls and wild geese in summer.