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LITTLE over Jordan,

As Genesis record,

An Angel and a Wrestler

Did wrestle long and hard.

Till, morning touching mountain,

And Jacob waxing strong,

The Angel begged permission

To breakfast and return.

Not so, quoth wily Jacob

And girt his loins anew,

"Until thou bless me, stranger!"

The which acceded to:

Light swung the silver fleeces

Peniel hills among,

And the astonished Wrestler

Found he had worsted God!