Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere;

Heaven did a recompense as largely send:

He gave to misery all he had, a tear;

He gained from Heaven, ’twas all he wished, a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose, 125

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,

(There they alike in trembling hope repose;)

The bosom of his Father and his God.

Thomas Gray.

CLXIX
WRESTLING JACOB.