Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church

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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