Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.

No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

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.

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