Ioftenpassedthevillage！

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!