All lies with God! but see, where we have come!
The guiding compass of my humble prayer,
Lost out of view, my lips unwittingly
Have uttered a political address.
Apt to offend thee, were it not for this :
Its purport was the interest of Truth,
Its boldness proved, that still I mean you well,
And its excuse of being made at all
Lies,—as you self will generously admit,
Less in my rashness than your provocation.
Aspersions thrown upon her native land,
A Texan maiden will and must refute.
E'en though it cost her freedom and her life.
No life, no freedom! but an hour's time
Which I could scarce have passed more pleasantly.
This is the hour appointed to survey
Convenient places for the batteries,
In case we must bombard the Alamo.
'Tis well ! I shall be out immediately.