His life of labor was to be a glad voyage to a better country, whose harbor lights would be ever leading him onward, and whose shining shore would ever glisten for him in the certain future beyond the grave.
The young patriot had indeed been blessed in winning such a devoted servant to the Master's cause, and such a Christian sailor to maintain the honor of his native land.
There was more such work for Blair Robertson, and for it he steadily labored.
Peace came with its illuminations and festivities.

The sword was laid aside on sea and land, yet Blair might still be serving the country he so dearly loved.

His example, his fireside talk, and his glowing words in the assemblies of his people, might ever cast their weight in the right balance.

The outcasts and the immigrant were still to be so trained and ennobled as to make them fit citizens of our free and happy land.

Above all, by his prayers and his holy living, he might call down on his home and country such a blessing as ever encompasses the dwelling of him who feareth the Lord.
To be such a patriot was the aim of Blair Robertson.