No one person could attempt an adequate description of that blessed Youth, but through the book run testimonies of Him, as though He were a wind in the tree of humanity and the voices of the leaves each gave their separate praise to Him.
Against these settings rise the nineteen Letters of the Living.
We see the days rise under the light of a heavy golden sun, in a land where the weight of its heat falls on the world like a tangible cloak we await the nights under an Eastern sky where when the moon is absent a million stars hang low to light your way, and when the moon is present she eclipses in white light all but her own deep and mysterious shadows. In Nabíl we partake of the food of Beauty, a rare thing in a world grown clouded with strife, terror and sadness. Or it is after the hoofs of Mullá Husayn's horse that we speed, hearing him cry, 'Yá Sáhibu'z-Zamán!" shaking the very walls of our hearts. Or we accompany Qurratu'l-'Ayn in her howdah, travelling from city to city and raising a call no woman had ever dared to proclaim before in the lands of her bondage. The dusty roads of Persia, winding amidst its rocky hills and wind and heat-swept plains, become familiar highways in our minds down which we follow, with love and tender adoration, the green-turbaned, slight figure of the Báb led by his cavalcade of guards who loved Him so devotedly they begged Him to escape from their custody.
The mere sound of their names is music to us their faces, in which the light of their actions shone so brightly, become stars in the new world dawn, casting forever their radiance upon the path of men.
And slowly as we become more en rapport with the thought and mode of expression of Nabíl, that pageant and its figures begin to take hold on us, to live for us as realisms or perhaps something deeper still, we take hold of them and, inspired by their deeds and the lofty atmosphere of their lives, try to carry out into our own far Western World that same banner of shining belief and inner conviction that they raised aloft in Persia not eighty years ago. One of the most inspiring things about Nabíl's Narrative, The Dawn-Breakers, is that it creates, not alone a background of knowledge and authenticity in which to set the Bahá’í Cause in its present world-wide expression, nor just a key to a "way"' of living and being that we in the West had almost forgotten was possible to the human race, (latent indeed within their seed of humanness), but opens before us a stage which was a nation and an epoch in history, on which a pageant of romance, of adventure and heroism unequaled by any crusade plays itself before us.
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