22 Onward in haste Llewellyn pass'd, (And on went Gelert too,) And still, where'er his eyes were cast, Fresh blood-gouts shock'd his view! O'erturn'd his infant's bed, he found, The blood-stain'd covert rent, And, all around, the walls and ground With recent blood besprent. He call'd his child---no voice replied: He search'd --- with terror wild ; Blood ! blood ! he found on every side, But no where found the child ! “ Hell-hound ! by thee my child's devour'd! The frantic father cried, And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side ! His suppliant, as to earth he fell, No pity could impart ; But still his Gelert's dying yell Pass'd heavy o'er his heart. Aroused by Gelert's dying yell, Some slumberer waken'd nigh; What words the parent's joy can tell. To hear his infant cry!
