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