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!