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! |