Or could I Jacob’s ladder climb,
I’d leave afar the clouds of time;
Nor rest until my favoured ears
Caught angel-strains above the spheres.
My soul, it is thy Peniel here,
Repeat good Jacob’s earnest prayer:
Perchance, before the morning wake,
The day divine may o’er thee break.
XXXIV.
JUBILEE.
I am through the lone night waiting,