These daisy-like flowers bloom on the feverfew plant, an herb whose name reveals it's traditional usage. They are self seeding, cheerful additions to the dusty late-summer garden when little else withstands the drought and heat of August."Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep,
Need we to prove a God is here;
The daisy, fresh from nature's sleep,
Tells of His hand in lines as clear."
--- John Mason Good,
Said to be found in the "Naturalist's Poetical Companion" by Rev. Edward Wilson (I found the quote here.)
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