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Poem September 2, 1944 Issue

Thou Nameless One to Jacob Friend

JEAN BROATCH

Thou nameless one to Jacob friend
That wrestled through the night's dark hour
And smote the sinew of a thought
That long had held him in its power,
Come thou with light to my dark hour,
So it may vanish with thy touch,
And I behold in Truth's clear day
The knowledge of a better way.

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