away to a breath; it was light as a
cobweb from long grieving. And His reason for shouldering this heavy load
and enduring all this anguish, which was even as an ocean that hurleth its
waves to high heaven--His reason for putting on the heavy iron chains and
for becoming the very embodiment of utter resignation and meekness, was to
lead every soul on earth to concord, to fellow-feeling, to oneness; to
make known amongst all peoples the sign of the singleness of God, so that
at last the primal oneness deposited at the heart of all created things
would bear its destined fruit, and the splendour of 'No difference canst
thou see in the creation of the God of Mercy,'(71) would cast abroad its
rays.

Now is the time, O ye beloved of the Lord, for ardent endeavour. Struggle
ye, and strive. And since the Ancient Beauty was exposed by day and night
on the field of martyrdom, let us in our turn labour hard, and hear and
ponder the counsels of God; let us fling away our lives, and renounce our
brief and numbered days. Let us turn our eyes away from empty fantasies of
this world's divergent forms, and serve instead this pre-eminent purpose,
this grand design. Let us not, because of our own imaginings, cut down
this tree that the hand of heavenly grace hath planted; let us not, with
the dark clouds of our illusions, our selfish interests, blot out the
glory that streameth from the Abha Realm. Let us not be as barriers that
wall out the rolling ocean of Almighty God. Let us not prevent the pure,
sweet scents from the garden of the All-Glorious Beauty from blowing far
and wide. Let us not, on this day of reunion, shut out the vernal downpour
of blessings from on high. Let us not consent that the splendours of the
Sun of Truth should ever fade and disappear. These are the admonitions of
God, as set forth in His Holy Books, His Scriptures, His Tablets that tell
out His counsellings to the sincere.

The glory rest upon you, and God's mercy, and God's blessings.

208: O YE SERVANTS OF THE SACRED THRESHOLD! THE ...

O ye servants of the Sacred Threshold! The triumphant hosts of the
Celestial Concourse, arrayed and marshalled in the Realms above, stand
ready and expectant to assist and assure victory to that valiant horseman
who with confidence spurs on his charger into the arena of service. Well
is it with that fearless warrior, who armed with the power of true
Knowledge, hastens unto the field, disperses the armies of ignoranc