Chapter II

From out of the sleeve of the darkness
Was thrust an arm of strength,--
Long he wrestled for mastery,
But begged for blessing at length.

White fear fell on him at dawn,
As the Nameless spake with him then;
"Prevailer and Prince," called He him,
"A power with God and with men."

And, alone, the lame wrestler mused:
"The Face of God is this place!
Ah me--and my life is preserved,
Yet God have I seen face to face!"

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