This poem by William Robert Spencer tells the tragic tale of a Welshman’s noble hound. The tale is much the same as the story of Saint Guinefort, a sainted French greyhound – previously reported on by yours truly in my ’sainted dogs’ phase.
Spencer’s poem was published as part of a children’s literature compilition entitled ‘Childhood’s Favorites and Fairy Stories, originally published as a series in the 1920s — now published on-line by the Gutenberg Project.
The spearmen heard the bugle sound,
And cheer’ly smiled the morn;
And many a brach, and many a hound,
Attend Llewellyn’s horn.
And still he blew a louder blast,
And gave a louder cheer;
“Come, Gelert! why art thou the last
Llewellyn’s horn to hear?
“Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam,
The flower of all his race?
So true, so braveāa lamb at home,
A lion in the chase.”
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