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But the Bab Himself attached no importance to this uproar and tumult, and, alike on the road and in the castles of Maku and Chihriq, evening and morning, nay, day and night, in extremest rapture and amazement, He would restrict Himself to repeating and meditating on the qualities and attributes of that absent-yet-present, regarded-and-regarding Person of His. Thus He makes a mention of Him whereof this is the purport: "Though the ocean of woe rageth on every side, and the bolts of fate follow in quick succession, and the darkness of griefs and afflictions invade soul and body, yet in My heart brightened by the remembrance of Thy countenance and My soul is as a rosegarden from the perfume of Thy nature."
(13:3)
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