A Service of Song

VI. A SERVICE OF SONG.

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 in never long ; So instead of getting to heaven at last, I'm going all along !

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"The pedigree of honey"	“The bee is not afraid of me”

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