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