'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,