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"!