As Jesus and his followers <br />Upon a Sabbath morn <br />Were walking by a wheat field <br />They plucked the ears of corn. <br /> <br />They plucked it, they rubbed it, <br />They blew the husks away, <br />Which grieved the pious pharisees <br />Upon the Sabbath day. <br /> <br />And Jesus said, 'A riddle <br />Answer if you can, <br />Was man made for the Sabbath <br />Or Sabbath made for man?' <br /> <br />I do not love the Sabbath, <br />The soapsuds and the starch, <br />The troops of solemn people <br />Who to Salvation march. <br /> <br />I take my book, I take my stick <br />On the Sabbath day, <br />In woody nooks and valleys <br />I hide myself away. <br /> <br />To ponder there in quiet <br />God's Universal Plan, <br />Resolved that church and Sabbath <br />Were never made for man.<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boy-out-of-church/
