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A Service of Song

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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  • Cwm
    October 30, 2006
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    I really like this one! This is one of my favorites from Miss Dickinson... She's just doing things her way... the last stanza sums it up best!