DAISY. 
Ill 
THE MICHAELMAS DAISY. 
ANON. 
Last smile of the departing year, 
Thy sister sweets are flown! 
Thy pensive wreath is far more dear 
From blooming thus alone. 
Thy tender blush, thy simple frame. 
Unnoticed might have passed ; 
But now thou com’st with softer claim. 
The loveliest and the last. 
Sweet are the charms in thee we find, — 
Emblem of hope’s gay wing ; 
’Tis thine to call past bloom to mind. 
To promise future spring. 
The same .—miss mitford. 
W ithin my little garden is a flower— • 
A tuft of flowers, most like a sheaf of corn, 
The lilac-blossomed daisy that is born 
At Michaelmas, wrought by the gentle power 
Of this sweet Autumn into one bright shower 
Of blooming beauty; Spring hath nought 
more fair. 
Four sister butterflies inhabit there : 
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