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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!