Emily Dickinson
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.