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 And, as he ended, Isaac spoke and said, Surely my heart went with you on the way, When with the beasts ye came unto the place.

Truly, O child of Nahor, I was there, When to thy mother and thy mother's son Thou madest answer, saying, I will go. And Isaac brought her to his mother's tent.

sons, and ye the children of my sons, Jacob your father goes upon his way, His pilgrimage is being accomplished. Come near and hear him ere his words are o'er. Not as my father's or his father's days, As Isaac's days or Abraham's, have been mine; Not as the days of those that in the field Walked at the eventide to meditate, And haply, to the tent returning, found Angels at nightfall waiting at their door. They communed, Israel wrestled with the Lord. No, not as Abraham's or as Isaac's days, My sons, have been Jacob your father's days, Evil and few, attaining not to theirs In number, and in worth inferior much.