The blood gush'd forth--he died without a moan!
"Yes--by my hand he died! one frantic cry
Of mortal anguish thrill'd my madden'd brain,
Recalling sense and mem'ry. Desperately
I strove to raise my fallen sire again,
And call'd upon my mother; but her eye
Was closed alike to sorrow, want, and pain.
Oh, what a night was that!--when all alone
I watch'd my dead beside the cold hearth-stone.
I thought myself a monster--that the deed