A Service of Song by Emily Dickinson Lyrics

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