Restores my courage, makes me strong again,
And points my wavering heart's despondency
To Him who can alone relieve its pain!
Swell onward, till my bosom's every cell
Is thrilled beneath thy comfort's magic spell!
[During the singing of the third verse, heard still more distinctly Travis, covering his face with his hands, becomes absorbed in a deep reverie.]
Enters Dickinson in great haste.
<poem>Oh, welcome tidings! glorious, joyous news!
What is it, Dickinson? So speak, I pray!
Below, within the court-yard, stand arrayed
A band of thirty-two confederates,
Who left Gonzalez under Oldham's guidance.
Broke bravely through the hostile lines and reached
Unharmed and safe the shelter of our fort.
They bring dispatches from our Chief Commander,
They bring their own stout hearts and gallant arms
For our support, but above all they bring:
"The Independence of the State of Texas!"