On the Tune called the Old-hundred-and-fourth
Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses
WE never sang togetherRavenscroft's terse old tuneOn Sundays or on weekdays,In sharp or summer weather,At night-time or at noon.
Why did we never sing it,Why never so inclineOn Sundays or on weekdays,Even when soft wafts would wing itFrom your far floor to mine?
Shall we that tune, then, neverStand voicing side by sideOn Sundays or on weekdays? . . .Or shall we, when for everIn Sheol we abide,
Sing it in desolation,As we might long have doneOn Sundays or on weekdaysWith love and exultationBefore our sands had run?