At Pian Luthero, Soglio
No wonder, in the valley far below,
That Luther’s meadow every June is white
With fair St. Bruno’s stars; that on this height,
Round Luther’s Plain, the scarlet lilies blow:
For here men stood who, brave to overthrow
That creed which hung between them and the
Man’s mediatorial darkness, claimed the right
Of lonely souls, their Father’s love to know.
Wherefore each Spring the white flowers’ starry host
Gleams in yon valley meadow, to proclaim
That there of old, upon a Christmas morn,
To Bethlehem’s star, a people’s vow was sworn,
And, symbol of God’s glorious Pentecost,
Here lilies break to scarlet tongues of flame.
(Sonnets in Switzerland and Italy, p. 79)