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THE SONG OF THE ANGELS.
open, and the birds had perfect liberty to go where they pleased, and to eat what fruit they chose. It was plainer and more nourishing than in the other place, yet they seemed satisfied. These birds, I observed, were all very plain in their plumage; nor did they strut about and seem proud of their dress, as the others had done; they had a different way of thinking; they thought well of one another. The best were those who could sing the sweetest song, and be most cheerful and happy.
There were some little birds very plain in their appearance, very unassuming,
