A little east of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A gymnast and an angel
Did wrestle long and hard,
Till morning touching mountain —
And Jacob, waxing strong,
The Angel begged permission
To breakfast to return.
”Not so,” said cunning Jacob!
“I will not let thee go
Except thou bless me” — Stranger!
The which acceded to,
Light swung the silver fleeces
“Peniel” hills beyond,
And the bewildered gymnast
Found he had worsted God!
