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324 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.
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