VI
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 last,I’m going all along!