Author Edgar Alfred Bowring The mirror tells me, I am fair! Thou sayest, to grow old my fate will be.Nought in God's presence changeth e'er,ā Love Him, for this one moment, then, in me. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments