Bronze (Johnson)/Let Me Not Hate
LET ME NOT HATE
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!