I often passed the village

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.

It’s stiller than the sundown.
It’s 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 “it’s I,” “take Dollie,”
And I will enfold!

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I often passed the village