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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.