Let me not hate, although the bruising world decries my peace, Gives me no quarter, hounds me while I sleep; Would snuff the candles of my soul and sear my inmost dreamings. Let me not hate, though girt by vipers, green and hissing through the dark; I fain must love. God help me keep the altar-gleams that flicker wearily, anon, On down the world's grim night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY BOOKS by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL AT KENMORE, TAYMOUTH by ROBERT BURNS HARVEST SLUMBER SONG by WILLIAM WILFRED CAMPBELL |