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
Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold
Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, 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
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.
On the late massacre in Piedmont is a political sonnet.It was wrote in the puritan period for the Waldesians defence,and pirvately Milton vented his anger.In the spring of 1655 the Duke of Savoy ordered a small protestant comunity,the Waldenses either to become Catholics or to live in Piedmont within 20 days.When they resisted he had them massacred.