'Tis fine enough if peace is there.

BAD NEWS.

I do mind when there broke bitter tidèns,

Woone day, on their ears,

An' their souls wer a-smote wi' a stroke

As the lightnèn do vall on the woak,

An' the things that wer bright all around em

Seem'd dim drough their tears.

Then unheeded wer things in their vingers,