Some keep the Sabbath going to Church—
I keep it, staying at Home—
With a Bobolink for a Chorister—
And an Orchard, for a Dome—
 
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice—
I just wear my Wings—
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton—sings.
 
God preaches, a noted Clergyman—
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at least—
I’m going, all along.

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