The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world a sacred gift to man.
Auspicious Prince! at whose nativity Some royal planet rul'd the southern sky; Thy longing country's darling and desire; Their cloudy pillar, and their guardian fire: Their second Moses, whose extended wand Divides the seas, and shows the promis'd land: Whose dawning day, in very distant age, Has exercis'd the sacred prophet's rage: The people's pray'r, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream!john dryden
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world a sacred gift to man.thomas campbell
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.