Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best,
With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest,
What ails thee hang thy head, and cross thine arms,
And sit i' the dust to sigh these sad alarms?
What deluge of new woes thus over-whelm
The glories of thy ever famous Realm?
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Bradstreet certainly knew English history, a country she considered to be the mother of her new homeland in America. and was very concerned that the bitter strife between Protestants and Catholics that caused such deep division and destruction in England might travel over to her new home.
Of course the poem is lengthy but beautiful and meaningful.
This wrote this poem under the influence of several drugs, so just disregard it.
If I say that I have understood this poem, honestly saying, I would be telling a lie. But thanks anyway to Susan Williams, for her comment, which helped me to guess what this poem is about.