Poem March 21, 1931 Issue

Jacob's Struggle

ARTHUR S. HOLLIS

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

But Jacob's struggle knows no element
Of time; for though long years agone
He wrestled all night through,
Each mortal since who yearns for better things
Than insubstantial matter gives,
Must wrestle all night too.

And just as Jacob called the battle ground
Peniel,—for, said he, I here
Have seen God face to face,—
So must each one refuse to yield to sin,
And cling to God's omnipotence,
Until he too is blessed.

Then shall his name be changed to Israel;
A prince, who shall have power with God
And man, and shall prevail.

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