THE BOY OUT OF CHURCH.

As Jesus and his followers

Upon a Sabbath morn

Were walking by a wheat field

They plucked the ears of corn.

They plucked it, they rubbed it,

They blew the husks away,

Which grieved the pious pharisees

Upon the Sabbath day.

And Jesus said, “A riddle

Answer if you can,

Was man made for the Sabbath

Or Sabbath made for man?”

I do not love the Sabbath,

The soapsuds and the starch,

The troops of solemn people

Who to Salvation march.

I take my book, I take my stick

On the Sabbath day,

In woody nooks and valleys

I hide myself away.

To ponder there in quiet

God's Universal Plan,

Resolved that church and Sabbath

Were never made for man.