Let Me Not Hate

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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!