A Cross in an Ocean Voyage
My Journey to Christ Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty’s formGlasses itself in tempests; in all time,Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm,Icing the pole, or in the torrid climeDark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime —The image of Eternity — the throneOf the Invisible…— George Gordon Byron I awoke in the middle of a…