Nearing the Other Shore 

When, after the weary voyage that I first made across the ocean, sick and loathsome. I arose one morning and went upon the deck, holding on, crawling, thinking I was but a worm.  I smelt in the air some strange smell and I said to the Captain, “ What is the odor?”

“it is the land breeze from off Ireland.” I smelt the turf, I smelt the grass, I smelt the leave, and all my sickness departed from me; my eyes grew bright, my nausea was gone.  The thought of the nearness of the land came to me.  And when, afar off I saw the dime line of land joy came and gave me health, and, from that moment, I had neither sickness nor trouble; I was coming nearer to the land. 

Oh! is there no for you, old man, and for you wearied mother, a land breeze blowing off from heaven, wafting to you some of its sweetness?  Behold, the garden of the Lord is not far away; I know from the air.  Behold the joy of home.  So I not hear the children shout?  The air is full of music when our journey is almost done, and we stand upon the bound and precinct of that blessed land!  Hold on to your faith.  Believe more firmly.  Take hold by prayer and by faith.  Away with troubles and buffetings.  Be happy; you are saved.  In a dew hours visions of God and all the realities of the eternal world shall be yours. And you shall be saved with an everlasting salvation

Title:  Nearing the other shore
Author: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Year:  Unknown
Media:  Newspaper article, glued to Page 204 of the Ledger of Captain W. B. Blair

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