Little Willie questioned his grandmother with an appearance of great seriousness: "Ain't Rotterdam the name of a city, Gramma?" "Don't say 'ain't', Willie," the old lady corrected. "Yes, Rotterdam is the name of a city. Why?" "It ain't ... Read more of Phonetics at Free Jokes.caInformational Site Network Informational
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A Baha'i Wedding
Quite an oriental note was struck toward the end of '...

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And should they reply: "The Books that are in the hands ...

Lauded Be Thy Name, O Lord My God! How Great
Lauded be Thy name, O Lord my God! How great is Thy m...

The Revelation Which From Time Immemorial
The Revelation which, from time immemorial, hath been...

53: O Ye That Pride Yourselves On Mortal Riches!
O YE THAT PRIDE YOURSELVES ON MORTAL RICHES! Know ye ...

The Voice Of The Divine Herald Proceeding
The voice of the Divine Herald, proceeding out of the...

61: O Son Of Man! Ascend Unto My Heaven That Thou Mayest Obtain
O SON OF MAN! Ascend unto My heaven, that thou mayest...





72: O My Servant! Thou Art Even As A Finely Tempered Sword Concealed






O MY SERVANT! Thou art even as a finely tempered sword concealed in the
darkness of its sheath and its value hidden from the artificer's
knowledge. Wherefore come forth from the sheath of self and desire that
thy worth may be made resplendent and manifest unto all the world.





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