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.
