midnight
What we win through great tribulation they inherit through the love of the Father . _ Theirs is the kingdom _ ; and there is no distinction of elect or non-elect , as I read the title . '' `` I count the hours now until I am able to travel . I long for the sea that stretches nor ` ard to the ice , and the summer days , when the sunset brightens the midnight . No need to egg me on . I am all the time thinking of the old town growing out of the mist , and I know how I shall feel when I stand on the pier again among the fishers , when I hurry through the clean , quiet streets , while the kind people nod and smile , and call to each other , ` Here is David Borson come back again . ' '' `` And Nanna ? ''