America BY CLAUDE MCKAY
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth.
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate,
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.
Which statement best conveys the speaker's emotions towards America?

Hate, because she bites him, steals his breath, and poisons him.
Terror, because of the dark days ahead.
helplessness, because she overpowers him and sweeps over him.
Love, because she fills him with strength and energy.