I never felt at Home—Below

Because it's Sunday — all the time —

And Recess — never comes —

And Eden'll be so lonesome

Bright Wednesday Afternoons —

If God could make a visit —

Or ever took a Nap —

So not to see us — but they say

Himself — a Telescope

Perennial beholds us —

Myself would run away

From Him — and Holy Ghost — and All —

But there's the "Judgement Day"!