I never felt at Home -- Below

I never felt at Home -- Below --

And in the Handsome Skies

I shall not feel at Home -- I know --

I don't like Paradise --

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"!