The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began,
Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began,
Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of read more

Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.

This solemn moment of triumph, one of the greatest moments in the
history of the world . . . read more

This solemn moment of triumph, one of the greatest moments in the
history of the world . . . this great hour which rings in a new
era . . . and which is going to lift up humanity to a higher
plane of existence for all the ages of the future.

From hence, no question, has sprung an observation
. . . confirmed now into a settled opinion, that some read more

From hence, no question, has sprung an observation
. . . confirmed now into a settled opinion, that some long
experienced souls in the world, before their dislodging, arrive
to the height of prophetic spirit.

I shall always consider the best guesser the best prophet.
[Lat., Bene qui conjiciet, vatem hunc perhibebo optimum.]

I shall always consider the best guesser the best prophet.
[Lat., Bene qui conjiciet, vatem hunc perhibebo optimum.]

And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A
prophet is not without honour, save in read more

And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A
prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in
his own house.

It takes a mind like Dannel's, fact, ez big ez all ou'doors
To find out thet it looks like read more

It takes a mind like Dannel's, fact, ez big ez all ou'doors
To find out thet it looks like rain arter it fairly pours.

My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.

My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.

Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast;
Is that read more

Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast;
Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so."