Jacob's Struggle

Except thou bless me,—thus the call to faithHas sounded down the centuries,—I will not let thee go.

But Jacob's struggle knows no elementOf time; for though long years agoneHe wrestled all night through,Each mortal since who yearns for better thingsThan insubstantial matter gives,Must wrestle all night too.

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