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.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
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- Away From Home Are Some And I—
- Denial&Mdash;Is The Only Fact
- As Sleigh Bells Seem In Summer
- That I Did Always Love