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THE SONG OF THE ANGELS.
222 THE SONG OF THE ANGELS. astray, came to the poor dying bird. The keeper spoke kindly to it, and, although it had been so foolish, was so dirty, and miserable, and sick, yet he tenderly took it up in his arms, opened his bosom, and put it in, so that it might feel his warmth and be restored. He fed it with some tender, wholesome food, and returned with his precious load to the aviary. When that bird had grown a little stronger, and could join with the others in their song, though there were many birds that could sing sweetly, yet none seemed more sweet to the ears of the keeper than the soft, plaintive, humble, Digitized by Google
