BYRON'S REMARKABLE PROPHECY.

AND if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now

I shrink from what is suffered: let him speak

Who hath beheld decline upon my brow,

Or seen my mind's convulsion leave it weak;

But in this page a record will I seek. Not in the air shall these my words disperse,

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Though I be ashes; a far hour shall [verse, The deep prophetic fulness of this And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse!

That curse shall be Forgiveness.Have I not

Hear me, my mother Earth! behold it, Heaven!

Have I not had to wrestle with my lot?

Have I not suffered things to be forgiven ?

Have I not had my brain seared, my heart riven,

Hopes sapped, name blighted, Life's life lied away?

And only not to desperation driven, Because not altogether of such clay As rots into the souls of those whom I survey.