he breath of the Holy Ghost, and a Moses
summoned to a divinely-appointed task! Were a myriad voices to be raised,
no ear would listen if We said that upon a fatherless Child hath been
conferred the mission of Prophethood, or that a murderer hath brought from
the flame of the burning Bush the message of "Verily, verily, I am God!"

If the eye of justice be opened, it will readily recognize, in the light
of that which hath been mentioned, that He, Who is the Cause and ultimate
Purpose of all these things, is made manifest in this day. Though similar
events have not occurred in this Dispensation, yet the people still cling
to such vain imaginings as are cherished by the reprobate. How grievous
the charges brought against Him! How severe the persecutions inflicted
upon Him--charges and persecutions the like of which men have neither seen
nor heard!

Great God! When the stream of utterance reached this stage, We beheld, and
lo! the sweet savours of God were being wafted from the dayspring of
Revelation, and the morning breeze was blowing out of the Sheba of the
Eternal. Its tidings rejoiced anew the heart, and imparted immeasurable
gladness to the soul. It made all things new, and brought unnumbered and
inestimable gifts from the unknowable Friend. The robe of human praise can
never hope to match Its noble stature, and Its shining figure the mantle
of utterance can never fit. Without word It unfoldeth the inner mysteries,
and without speech It revealeth the secrets of the divine sayings. It
teacheth lamentation and moaning to the nightingales warbling upon the
bough of remoteness and bereavement, instructeth them in the art of love's
ways, and showeth them the secret of heart-surrender. To the flowers of
the Ridvan of heavenly reunion It revealeth the endearments of the
impassioned lover, and unveileth the charm of the fair. Upon the anemones
of the garden of love It bestoweth the mysteries of truth, and within the
breasts of lovers It entrusteth the symbols of the innermost subtleties.
At this hour, so liberal is the outpouring of Its grace that the holy
Spirit itself is envious! It hath imparted to the drop the waves of the
sea, and endowed the mote with the splendour of the sun. So great are the
overflowings of Its bounty that the foulest beetle hath sought the perfume
of the musk, and the bat the light of the sun. It hath quickened the dead
with the breath of life, and caused them to speed out of the sepulchres of
their