Thy children, camels, everything thou hast,
Have crossed the brook before the failing light;
And all alone, through the long, awful night,
Thou wrestledst with a message from the vast
Spirit of Truth and Love that comes at last
The sinew of thine error's strength to smite;
And till the dawn of daylight meets thy sight,
The angel still thou boldest firm and fast.
And now, behold, he crieth, "Let me go!
For lo, the morning breaketh!" Keep thy hold
Upon the glorious one, till he bestow
His blessing on thee; and when night has rolled
Back from thy sense, on thee, like him of old,
At Peniel the risen sun will glow.
