| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| J. Milton |
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| LXIV. On the Late Massacre in Piemont |
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| AVENGE, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones | |
| Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold; | |
| Even them who kept Thy truth so pure of old | |
| When all our fathers worshipt 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 roll'd | |
| Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans | |
| The vales redoubled to the hills, and they | |
| To Heaven. Their martyr'd 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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