NEW-ENGLAND. To all you 've said, sad mother, I assent. Not what you feel, but what you do expect. OLD ENGLAND. Well, to the matter, then. There's grown of late 'Twixt king and peers a questiön of state: Which is the chief- the law, or else the king? To ease my groaning land showed their intent, As puts me to a stand what I should say. Old customs new prerogatives stood on; Had they not held law fast, all had been gone, Which by their prudence stood them in such stead They took high Strafford lower by the head, And to their Laud be it spoke they held in the tower All England's metropolitan that hour. This done, an act they would have passéd fain Here tugged they hard indeed, for all men saw This was denied, I need not say wherefore. That thousands lay on heaps. Here bleed my woes. I that no wars so many years have known Am now destroyed and slaughtered by my own. But could the field alone this strife decide, One battle, two, or three I might abide. The poor they want their pay, their children bread, If any pity in thy heart remain, Or any child-like love thou dost retain, relief do what there lies in thee, For my And recompense that good I've done to thee. NEW ENGLAND. Dear mother, cease complaints, and wipe your eyes, But now the sun in his brightness shall appear. With ventured lives for truth's defense that stand. Blest be thy preachers, who do cheer thee on; And shall I not on them wish Meroz' curse That help thee not with prayers, with alms, and purse? And for myself let miseries abound If mindless of thy state I e'er be found. |