John Milton. (1608–1674). Complete Poems.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| On the Late Massacre in Piemont |
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| (1655) |
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| AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered Saints, whose bones | |
| Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; | |
| Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, | |
| When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones, | |
| Forget not: in thy book record their groans | 5 |
| Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold | |
| Slain by the bloody Piemontese, that rolled | |
| Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans | |
| The vales redoubled to the hills, and they | |
| To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow | 10 |
| O’er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway | |
| The triple Tyrant; that from these may grow | |
| A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, | |
| Early may fly the Babylonian woe. | |
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