Old Men
The eve of life draws to its close,
The chores are done, the house-pet fed,
I read my chapter, say my prayers,
And go to bed;
Content to kow that God will keep
A loving vigil while I sleep.

Old men are only little boys,
Grown weary with lifeŐs needless cares,
So God will mend their broken toys,
And God will listen to their prayers,
And wrap them in His love, and keep
A FatherŐs vigil while they sleep.
Isaac wrote this wonderful little poem at the end of his life.  It was read at his funeral.