The Magic Mirror makes not nor unmakes, Charms none to sleep nor any from sleep wakes; It only giveth back the thing it takes. It is the heart's own cheer that makes it glad, And one's own bitterness will drive him mad; It needeth not that other help be had. The Mirror maketh none to rise or fall; To him that hath not doth no portion call; To him that hath is freely given all. They see themselves who look in Fortune's face; Unto the sad is sadness Heaven's grace, And to the souls that love is love's embrace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 7. AFTER THE FAIR by THOMAS HARDY PRISONED IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED by HENRY HOWARD THE CHINESE NIGHTINGALE; A SONG IN CHINESE TAPESTRIES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY ENVOY: 2. TO MY MOTHER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON DEFIANT OF DEATH by EVA K. ANGLESBURG LAMENT OF AROMAITERAI by AROMAITERAI MR. MERRY'S LAMENT FOR LONG TOM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |