Remember, Lord, My Ship Is Small And

Good Work In The Building Of My Vessel Stood Me Always In Good Stead.

Remember, Lord, My Ship Is Small And Thy Sea Is So Wide!

The Days Pass Happily With Me Wherever My Ship Sails.

To Young Men Contemplating A Voyage I Would Say Go.

About Midnight The Fog Shut Down Again Denser Than Before. One Could Almost "stand On It." It Continued So For A Number Of Days, The Wind Increasing To A Gale. The Waves Rose High, But I Had A Good Ship. Still, In The Dismal Fog I Felt Myself Drifting Into Loneliness, An Insect On The Straw In The Midst Of The Elements.