In thy countryman's embrace,
Who fondly hopes thy life may yet be spared,
Quick, Surgeon, leave me and attend on him.
To save his life! his gallantry deserves it!
[Under the Surgeon's hand, and with the assistance of Deaf Smithy Bradburn revives more and more, so that with mute delight he can manifest his interest in the incidents of]
Enter Texan Volunteers, bearing Mexican battle-flags, which they present to General Houston.
Hail, General Houston! at thy feet we lay
These flags, the trophies of this glorious day.
I thank you, friends, in our Republic's name;
Her power, her freedom be your prize and fame.
[Other volunteers bring Santa Anna's sword, lost by him during his flight.]
Victorious Chief! we put into thine hand
This costly falchion, Santa Anna's brand.