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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!