. The Sunday school speaker; or, Exercises for anniversaries and celebrations, consisting of addresses, dialogues, recitations, Bible class lessons, hymns, etc., adapted to the various subjects to which Sabbath school efforts are directed . PART BY SMALL GIRLS. RECITATION BY A GIRL. THE BIBLE. The Bible ! Blest book, to my heart ever dear,Thou shield of the spirit, when sorrow is near;Though the pleasures may fade which from earth we receive,The joys of thy giving, forever shall live. The heart of sweet childhood, thy pleasures may prove,Like flowers of beauty in gardens of lov
. The Sunday school speaker; or, Exercises for anniversaries and celebrations, consisting of addresses, dialogues, recitations, Bible class lessons, hymns, etc., adapted to the various subjects to which Sabbath school efforts are directed . PART BY SMALL GIRLS. RECITATION BY A GIRL. THE BIBLE. The Bible ! Blest book, to my heart ever dear,Thou shield of the spirit, when sorrow is near;Though the pleasures may fade which from earth we receive,The joys of thy giving, forever shall live. The heart of sweet childhood, thy pleasures may prove,Like flowers of beauty in gardens of love;But earths brightest flowers must all meet decay,While religion shall bloom in eternitys day. The steps of young childhood may bound oer the earth,But those steps ever tend to the valley of death;When led by thy light oer that valley we see,The land from all sorrow and sin ever free. 147 148 SUNDAY SCHOOL SPEAKER. Be thou, precious Bible ! tlie guide of our youth,A shield of pure virtue—a helmet of truth;0 guide us, as Israel, to Canaans abode,A pillar of glory—the symbol of RECITATION BY A GIRL. THE BLIND GIRL. Dark clouds were spreading oer the sky, And cold the wind did blow,A little girl came treading by, And felt her way so slow. I saw that she was wholly blind, So wild her eye-balls glare,And then she tried the door to find, While I was standing there. Her little cheeks were bright and red, Her auburn curls were fair,A little hood was oer her head. But Oh! her feet were bare. « Give me a cent, she said so mild,« To buy my mother bread; Said I, where is your father, child?She sighed, my fathers dead. « My mother, she is sick and days weve had no food: Weve never askd for help before,For mothers health was good. 13* 149 150 SUNDAY SCHOOL SPEAKER. Oh ! how I pitied that poor child,So poor, and without sight; Her eye-balls rolld so very wild,And all her life a night. I gave her all my little storeOf pennies, though but three, And told her I would give
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