When the Patriot began to hate

It was not part of their blood, it came to them very late, With long arrears to make good, When the Patriot began to hate. They were not easily moved, they were icy-willing to wait, Till every count should be proved, Ere the Patriot began to hate. Their voices were even and low. Their eyes were level and straight. Their was neither sign nor show When the Patriot began to hate. It was not preached to the crowd. It was not taught by the State. No man spoke it aloud When the Patriot began to hate. It was not suddenly bred. It will not swiftly abate. Through the chilled years ahead, When time shall count from the date That the Patriot began to hate.