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 last,
I’m going, all along.
~ Emily Dickinson
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