Isaac their wants would soothe, his own would hide,
And feel in that his comfort and his pride.
At length he found when seventy years were run,
His strength departed, and his labour done;
When he, save honest fame, retain’d no more,
But lost his wife, and saw his children poor:
’Twas then a spark of - say not discontent -
Struck on his mind, and thus he gave it vent:-
“Kind are your laws (’tis not to be denied,)
That in yon House for ruin’d age provide,