The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
Abraham Lincoln: “The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone…”
Editor's note · Context
In the closing lines of his first inaugural address, Lincoln invoked the shared history and common humanity of Americans as a source of future unity.
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