The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living hearth and hearth-stone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely as they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
Creswell poetically describes the enduring memory of sacrifice in the fight for the Union, invoking a sense of hope.
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He had collected the purest ore of truth and the richest gems of thought, until he was able to crown himself with knowledge.
Ah! the man who works and suffers for his opinions' sake places his own flesh and blood in pledge for his integrity.
You see the conflagration from a distance; it blisters me at my side.
But in the presence of the Omnipotent how insignificant is the proudest and the noblest of men!
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