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 Have had my times, when, though the earth did wear

Her self-same trees and grasses, I could see

The revelation that is always there,

But somehow is not always clear to me.

II

So, long ago, one halted on his way

And sent his company and cattle on;

His caravans trooped darkling far away

Into the night, and he was left alone.

And he was left alone. And, lo, a man

There wrestled with him till the break of day.

The brook was silent and the night was wan.

And when the dawn was come, he passed away.

The sinew of the hollow of his thigh

Was shrunken, as he wrestled there alone.

The brook was silent, but the dawn was nigh.

The stranger named him Israel and was gone.

And the sun rose on Jacob; and he knew

That he was no more Jacob, but had grown

A more immortal vaster spirit, who

Had seen God face to face, and still lived on.

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