Oh, They have Robbed Me of The Hope

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.