Quote#Truth
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones
Quote byJohn Milton · 1608–1674
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: On the Late Massacre in Piedmont (1655).
English (original)
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones Forget not.
— John Milton
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