The Hidden Words of Bahá'u'lláh
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"32: O SON OF THE SUPREME! I have made death a messenger of joy to thee...."
 
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O SON OF THE SUPREME! I have made death a messenger of joy to thee. Wherefore dost thou grieve? I made the light to shed on thee its splendor. Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom?