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THEY never saw my lover's face, / They only know our love was brief, / Wearing awhile a windy grace / And passing like an autumn leaf.
They wonder why I do not weep, / They think it strange that I can sing, / They say, "Her love was scarcely deep / Since it has left so slight a sting."
They never saw my love, nor knew / That in my heart's most secret place / I pity them as angels do
Men who have never seen God's face.