Classic Poem

As I walk'd down a lonely Lane,
A Damsel by my side
Said, Sylva court'our was and kind;
Then told me how she dy'd.

When on her Death-bed Strephon sought
To take her for his Wife;
Of this the Maiden never knew,
She just had done with Life.

Not Father's, Mothers tend'rest thoughts
Could make grim Death to stay;
Nor yet the Lover's ardent wish
Could frighten him away.

Ye Maidens, then, do think of this,
Who now are in your bloom;
And give your Hearts to Jesus, since
Death may call on you soon.

Happy are those who're found in Christ.
How short is mortal Life!
No cause to mourn, if die when young,
Or wish to live a Wife.