That night the Texan hero was missed by all our men;
But we smiled, for well we knew that he soon would come again,
For a braver, or a better, or a more chivalrous knight
Never put his lance in rest in the days when might was right;
And he had the fox’s cunning, and the eagle’s restless eye,
With his courage, to see danger, and that danger to defy.
Two days passed by, and hour by hour the army moved, with gloom
On heart and soul, as though each man stood gazing on his tomb;
But all at once a sudden cry!—our hearts sprung, like a steed
Who sees the flash and hears the gun, then headlong ploughs the mead —