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" -- SignorSignorStranger!The which acceded to --Light swung the silver fleeces"Peniel" Hills beyond,And the bewildered GymnastFound he had worsted God!