A little east of Jordan,Evangelists record,A gymnast and an angelDid wrestle long and hard,
Till morning touching mountain--And Jacob, waxing strong,The Angel begged permissionTo breakfast to return.
"Not so," said cunning Jacob!"I will not let thee goExcept thou bless me"--Stranger!The which acceded to,
Light swung the silver fleeces"Peniel" hills beyond,And the bewildered gymnastFound he had worsted God!
