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 67. Isaac  MANY the guileless years the Patriarch spent,  Bless'd in the wife a father's foresight chose;  Many the prayers and gracious deeds, which rose Daily thank-offerings from his pilgrim tent. Yet these, though written in the heavens, are rent  From out truth's lower roll, which sternly shows  But one sad trespass at his history's close, Father's, son's, mother's, and its punishment. Not in their brightness, but their earthly stains Are the true seed vouchsafed to earthly eyes. Sin can read sin, but dimly scans high grace, So we move heavenward with averted face, Scared into faith by warning of sin's pains; And Saints are lower'd, that the world may rise.  Valletta .  January 23, 1833.