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

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

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

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.

Ancestral voices prophesying war.