UNCLE
Dear niece, adieu.
God’s grace be ever thy company.—
Lord God, why doth my heart so heavy lie?
Is it that the land so sorely is distraught?
Or that my niece may in some snare be caught?
Stay, whence this heaviness? ’Tis strange to think upon.
Scarce had the maiden from me gone
It came o’er my spirits, how I cannot tell.
I fear with her or me ’twill not go well.