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COMPROMISE

When the Patriarch with the Angel
Wrestled till the break of day,
Trusted he but one evangel—
Grapple closely, come what may!

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Though the Angel lamed and threw him,
Yet his strong grip never quail'd,
Till the blessing bow'd unto him.
So of old high hearts prevail'd
Wrestling with the fiend Oppression,
In the shadow of the day,
Lame thyself with no concession;
Grapple closely, come what may!
Fling him! set thy foot upon him!—
Fool! that but a moment fail'd:
Firmer tread had kept thee on him,
And thy destiny prevail'd.