Oh they have robbed me of the hope

Oh, they have robbed me of the

My spirit held so dear;

They will not let me hear that

My soul delights to hear.

They will not let me see that faceI so delight to see;

And they have taken all thy smiles,

And all thy love from me.

Well, let them seize on all they can: —One treasure still is mine, —A heart that loves to think on thee,

And feels the worth of thine.