Upon her be Baha’u’l-Abha!
He Is God
O thou dear maid-servant of God!
I hope, through the Lord, that thy request and desire may be granted. Thou hast
written of the joy and happiness of the beloved, together with a request for my
presence in America.
‘Abdu’l-Baha is like the nightingale. The nightingale soars to the rose-garden.
Should you desire my presence there, you must make America a rose-garden. That
is to say, you must make that country well adorned with every rose of spiritual
qualities and human attributes. Then certainly, God, the Generous, will reward
you greatly, and, perchance, this Nightingale will then fly to that
rose-garden.
