Justice is, in this day, bewailing its plight, and
Equity groaneth beneath the yoke of oppression. The
thick clouds of tyranny have
darkened the face of
the earth,
and enveloped its peoples. Through the
movement of Our Pen of glory We have, at the bidding
of the omnipotent Ordainer, breathed a new
life into every human frame, and
instilled into every
word a fresh
potency. All created things proclaim the evidences of this world-wide regeneration. This is the most great, the most joyful tidings imparted by the Pen of this wronged One to mankind. Wherefore fear ye, O My well-beloved ones, Who is it that can dismay you? A touch of moisture sufficeth to dissolve the hardened clay out of which this perverse generation is molded. The mere act of your gathering together is enough to scatter the forces of these vain and worthless people....
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