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"lighten and uplift
them, so that they may soar on the wings of the Divine verses"
-Baha'u'llah
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Hail
to The, Scion of Glory, Whose utterance poureth abroad
The joy of the heavenly knowledge and the light of the
greatest of days!
Poet of mysteries chanting in rapture the beauty of God,
Unto The be thanksgiving and praise!
Child of the darkness that wandered in gloom but dreamed
of the light,
Lo! I have seen Thy splendour ablaze in the heavens afar
Showering gladness and glory and shattering the shadows
of night,
And see no other star.
Thy words are to me as fragrances borne from the garden
of heaven,
Beams of a lamp that is hid in the height of a holier
world,
Arrows of fire that pierce and destroy with the might of
the levin
Into our darkness hurled.
Sword of the Father! none other can rend the dark veil
from my eyes,
None other can beat from my limbs with the shearing
blade of God's might
The sins I fettered withal and give me the power
to rise
And come forth to the fullness of light.
Lo! Thou hast breathed on my sorrow the sweetness of
faith and of hope,
Thou hast chanted high pæans of joy that my heart's
echoes ever repeat
And the path to the knowledge of God begins to glimmer
and ope
Before my faltering feet.
Weak and unworthy my praise. Yet, as from its throbbing
throat
Some lone bird pours its song to the flaming infinite
sky,
So unto Thee in the zenith I lift from a depth remote
This broken human cry. |
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By George Townshend
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