I often passed the village
When going home from school --
And wondered what they did there --
And why it was so still --
I did not know the year then --
In which my call would come --
Earlier, by the Dial,
Than the rest have gone.
Its stiller than the sundown.
Its cooler than the dawn --
The Daisies dare to come here --
And birds can flutter down --
So when you are tired --
Or perplexed -- or cold --
Trust the loving promise
Underneath the mould,
Cry its I, take Dollie,
And I will enfold!