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.

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God preaches, a
noted Clergyman –
And the sermon is
never long,
So instead of getting to
Heaven, at last –
I’m going, all along.