THE mirror tells me, I am fair!
Thou sayest, to grow old my fate will be.
Nought in God's presence changeth e'er,-
Love him, for this one moment, then, in me.
THE mirror tells me, I am fair!
Thou sayest, to grow old my fate will be.
Nought in God's presence changeth e'er,-
Love him, for this one moment, then, in me.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe