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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.