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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! | 
