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A Poem by Louisa Mae Alcott 1833-1888 A little kingdom I possess, Where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard I find the task Of governing it well: For passion tempts and troubles me, A wayward will misleads, And selfishness its shadow casts On all my words and deeds. How can I learn to rule myself, To be the child I should, Honest and brave, nor ever tire Of trying to be good? How can I keep a sunny soul To shine along life's way? How can I tune my little heart To sweetly sing all day? Dear Father, help me with the love That casteth out my fear; Teach me to lean on Thee, and feel That Thou art very near: That no temptation is unseen, No childish grief too small, Since Thou, with patience infinite, Dost soothe and comfort all. I do not ask for any crown But that which all may win: Nor try to conquer any world Except the one within. Be Thou my guide until I find Led by a tender hand, Thy happy kingdom in myself, And dare to take command. THE PRODIGAL
SON HYMN
(Public Domain) An Anonymous Folk Hymn of the mid-1800s Listen to the Melody
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