When Sabbath comes, and holy calms O'erspread the busy marts, My Lady shows her regal charms In raiment's studied arts; And with the chimes of music sweet That peal from lofty perch, She treads the paths of righteous feet,— My Lady goes to church! In high-backed pew, with saintly mien, And eyes on book of prayer, My Lady with a halo's sheen Appears an angel there; And I, a chief 'mongst sinning men, And marked by worldly smirch, Do feast my eyes, and follow, when My Lady goes to church! |