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!

The noted trickster,
Emily Dickinson