They know not my heart

They know not your heart
Who with haughty design
Have frowned us apart,
Ah, they little know mine!
Who, because my lone tears
By duti are dried,
Believe their fond source
in my bosom has died.
There it still shall course deep,
Till with rapturous start
Into life it shall leap.
Ah, they know not my heart!

The know not my heart,
They little know yours,
That love`s lonesomesmart
So nobly endures.
Yet the worst winter`s pow`r
At length wears a way,
And the night`s darkest hour
is the nearest to day.
And in golden amends
For their old angry arts,
Our foes, turned to friends,
Shall at last know our hearts.