2: O Son Of Spirit! The Bird Seeketh Its Nest; The Nightingale The

O SON OF SPIRIT! The bird seeketh its nest; the nightingale the charm of

the rose; whilst those birds, the hearts of men, content with transient

dust, have strayed far from their eternal nest, and with eyes turned

towards the slough of heedlessness are bereft of the glory of the divine

presence. Alas! How strange and pitiful; for a mere cupful, they have

turned away from the billowing seas of the Most High, and remained far

from the most effulgent horizon.

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