The only comfort then, when we must leave
So dear a property behind, is this:
To know its keeping trusted to a hand
That is as brave, as ours designed to be.
Thanks for the honor of thy compliment,
Although my diffidence deserves it not.
However much it may be justified.
I beg thee to remember, that of all
The nineteen-hundred, then in thy command.
No more than hundred fifty yet remain
To garrison the fort's extended walls.
Consider, too, that Santa Anna leads
His army's flower, near thirteen-thousand strong.
With guns and siege-train 'gainst our time-worn ramparts.
Pray, misinterpret not my doubts as fear;
For e'en if victory is out of question
Save—if you will—the victory of a brave
Yet fruitless opposition,—still the wish
Is fair, I think, that my defence, my death
Prove not quite useless for the weal of Texas.
So let us hasten, Burleson, to reach
Sam Houston on the Colorado's banks.
And there arrived, not to relent in prayers
Till he has sent the Alamo relief.