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 surplus e,
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
