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THE SONG OF THE ANGELS.
those of more beautiful plumage, and some would walk by their side or follow after, lost in admiration and wonder. I noticed that they looked as if they were all walking at perfect liberty, yet they could only go a very little way. This led me to look more closely, and then I saw that they had a thin chain fastened to their feet, no. thicker than a thread, which obliged them, after they had gone to its full length, to return. They appeared to have plenty of food, for the ground was covered with rich and beautiful fruit, which, as it fell from the trees, burst, so that the birds had but to pick the seeds out and eat them.
