Sure enough it is, that I find myself looking back 
       homeward--when I think as how mother and 
       father are there!  Oh how I want to go home!
It was his singing this that was moving.  Listening to the singling like this, as we rowed along we came across birds called blackbirds, gathered on the tops of some large rocks.  Waves surged, breaking white against the base of those rocks.

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