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The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 55, Pages 28 to 29
THE POLAR STAR.
This star sinks below the horizon in certain latitudes. I watched it sink lower and lower every night, till at last it disappeared.
A star has left the kindling sky—
A lovely northern light—
How many planets are on high,
But that has left the night.
I miss its bright familiar face,
It was a friend to me,
Associate with my native place,
And those beyond the sea.
It rose upon our English sky,
Shone o’er our English land,
And brought back many a loving eye,
And many a gentle hand,
It seem’d to answer to my thought,
It called the past to mind,
And with its welcome presence brought
All I had left behind.
