--The Bab
"O God, my God! Praise be unto Thee for..."
O God, my God! Praise be unto Thee for kindling the fire of divine love in
the Holy Tree on the summit of the loftiest mount: that Tree which is
"neither of the East nor of the West,"(8) that fire which blazed out till
the flame of it soared upward to the Concourse on high, and from it those
realities caught the light of guidance, and cried out: "Verily have we
perceived a fire on the slope of Mount Sinai."(9)
O God, my God! Increase Thou this fire, as day followeth day, till the
blast of it setteth in motion all the earth. O Thou, my Lord! Kindle the
light of Thy love in every heart, breathe into men's souls the spirit of
Thy knowledge, gladden their breasts with the verses of Thy oneness. Call
Thou to life those who dwell in their tombs, warn Thou the prideful, make
happiness worldwide, send down Thy crystal waters, and in the assemblage
of manifest splendors, pass round that cup which is "tempered at the
camphor fountain."(10)
Verily, art Thou the Giving, the Forgiving, the Ever-Bestowing. Verily,
art Thou the Merciful, the Compassionate.
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