Poem April 6, 1946 Issue

Like Jacob

ESTELLA M. STETSON

I had a brother that I held most dear.
My greatest joy was just to have him near.
But error came between us, with its lie
About true brotherhood. And by and by
The veil it wove concealed the loved one's face,
And so I wandered for a troubled space
Alone and desolate. At last one day
I too found Bethel, and began to pray.
The confidence that God is in this place
Worked wonders, now, as then. My brother's face
In Love's own likeness once again appeared
Unchanged in beauty, as my vision cleared.