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Henry Lee
| |  "Three Years After""Teach me to hate," I prayed — for I was young,And fear was in my heart, and faith had fled."Teach me to hate! for hate is strength," I said"A staff to lean on." Thus my challenge flungInto the thunder of the clouds that hungCloaking with terror all the days ahead –"Teach me to hate — the world I loved is dead;Who would survive must learn a savage tongue."And I have learned — and paid in days that ranTo bitter schooling. Love was lost in pains,Hunger replaced the beauty in life's plan,Honor and virtue vanished with the rainsAnd faith in God dissolved with faith in man.I have my hate! But nothing else remains.- Lt.Henry G. Lee
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