At one time I hear His Voice as He acclaimeth Him Who
is the Ever-Living, the Ancient of Days, and at another
time as He speaketh of the mystery of His most august
Name. And when He intoneth the anthems of the greatness
of God all Paradise waileth in its longing to gaze on
His Beauty, and when He chanteth words of praise and
glorification of God all Paradise becomes motionless like
unto ice locked in the heart of a frost-bound mountain.
Methinks I visioned Him moving along a straight middle
path wherein every paradise was His Own paradise, every
heaven His Own heaven, while the whole earth and all that
is therein appeared but as a ring upon the finger of His
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servants. Glorified be God, His Creator, the Lord of everlasting
sovereignty. Verily He is none other but the servant
of God, the Gate of the Remnant of God your Lord, the
Sovereign Truth.
Chapter XXIX.