Oh, they have robbed me of the hope
 My spirit held so dear;
They will not let me hear that voice
 My soul delights to hear. 
They will not let me see that face
 I 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.