"The street musicians of the heavenly city" were singing one of its happiest hymns out of their mellow throats.
The long and lofty orchestra was full of them.

Their twittering treble shook the leaves with its breath, as it filtered down and flooded the temple below.

Beautiful is this building of God! Beautiful and blessed are these morning singing-birds of His praise! Amen! But do not go yet.

No; I will not.

Here is the only book I carry with me on this walk--a Hebrew Psalter, stowed away in my knapsack.
I will open it here and now, and the first words my eye lights upon shall be a text for a few thoughts on this scene and scenery.