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This poem is about a little boy who looks out of his window one starry night and remembers his mother.
To search the evening sky,
To feel the chill breeze upon my face,
And distant thoughts embrace.
But lo! the brightness of that dot
Whence skittish twinkle shin'th,
From far a corner of the Night
Where darkness ever'd dwelt.
It seems to have misplaced itself:
Perhaps it's lost its way;
But glimmereth e'er so happily,
I think 'tis here to stay.
It shines its ray upon my nose,
Then what'd I hear it say?
Mine son, I am thine angel now,
Thy guardian in the sky.
And when I look'd upon its light
A sea of mist did see,
The sparkling only'd ever been
The shine of tears running.