Your fathers, where are they? and the prophets, do they live for
ever?

Your fathers, where are they? and the prophets, do they live for
ever?

Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of read more

Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of coming mischief is thy great delight,
Good dost thou ne'er foretell nor bring to pass.

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.

Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.

Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.

O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?

O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?

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."

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.

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.

For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.