`` I do n't believe I could ever get that into my head straight . Have n't you got a plain one any where round ? '' he asked , turning over the leaves with some anxiety . `` Look at the end , and see if there is n't a piece of poetry pasted in . You learn that , and see how funny Celia will look when you say it to her . She wrote it when she was a girl , and somebody had it printed for other children . I like it best , myself . '' Pleased by the prospect of a little fun to cheer his virtuous task , Ben whisked over the leaves , and read with interest the lines Miss Celia had written in her girlhood : `` MY KINGDOM 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 , Doth soothe and comfort all . `` I do not ask for any crown , But that which all may will Nor seek to conquer any world Except the one within . Be then my guide until I find , Led by a tender hand , Thy happy kingdom in myself , And dare to take command . '' `` I like that ! '' said Ben , emphatically , when he had read the little hymn . `` I understand it , and I 'll learn it right away . Do n't see how she could make it all come out so nice and pretty . ''
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