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The Báb -- a poem by Robert Koehl written for the anniversary of the martyrdom of the Báb
O thou Morning Star:
What flaming beauty Thine,
Intoxicating men like wine,
To draw them from afar!
O Messenger of God:
How great the need for Thee,
And yet, Thy worth, how few could see
To walk where Thou has trod!
O Forerunner
of the Kingdom:
What Spirit hath Thine eyes shown forth,
That twenty thousands saw its worth,
And followed Thee in martyrdom!
O Prophet of the Lord:
Who for Thy Cause Thyself preserved,
But finishing, men's laws observed,
And died for their accord!
O twofold Prince and Guide:
Who mirrored forth Thy Lord,
And gazed straight heavenward,
And saw Baha'u'llah, ere Thou hadst died.
O Reformer of this Day:
What fiery accents used!
What mighty laws infused
In men who sleeping lay!
O Primal Point:
Thy mightiest Name adored –
In which all Names are stored,
Who did men's souls anoint;
We ask to learn of Thee
How power flows to men
From out God's mighty Pen
And makes them truly free.
(The Baha'i World 1938-1940)
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