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.