Col. Wm. Travis.
Hast list to our converse?
Smith.
I heard it all,
And praised the Lord, whose wondrous hand pours out
Such glory inconceivable on us.
I say: "on us;" because we all alike
Are glorified by this event, e'en I;
For now relieved of one part of thy charge,
I trust thou wilt revoke thy whole behest.
That I like you may battling die for freedom,
Like you may worthily conclude my life.
Col. Wm. Travis.
How could I, friend, refuse to grant thy prayer,
When mine is heard beyond all expectation?
Hence bless our union, and that joyest service
Of all upon thy lips, go forth to death.
God will take care of our remains and fame.
So let me then present thee to my bride:
From her own lips thou knowest who she is:
And thine own heart will tell thee what she is.
Elsie.
If dear forever to a pious heart
Will be the hand, whose ministry hath hallowed
And crowned its life-time's brightest bond and day,
