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The Song of the Angels.

was a beautiful day in the midst of summer. The sun was shining clearly, and there was hardly a cloud to be seen in the bright blue sky above. The flowers were growing and blooming beautifully in the fields and by the road-side. The grass looked soft as velvet, and as green and fresh as the morning, and the little stream from the hill as it rolled on,