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