Classic Poem

Dear Girl your're growing very thin,
Your Roses too are fled;
You say, you are low-spirited,
And Death you seem to dread.

Why do you dread this cruel foe,
He's only so through Sin;
Be careful to examine oft
The state your Soul is in.

Is it the terrors of the Law
Does on your Spirits prey?
I know you strictly was brought up
In a religious Way.

But as you did in Adam fall,
So must a Sinner be;
My dear, you must be born again,—
Look in God's Word, and see.

If you've experienc'd such a change,
You'll love the Saviour dear;
Thus happier you will be in death,
Than longer living here.