There is in the very air of this resting ground of the unknown dead a silent, subtle, and an all-pervading eloquence, far more touching, impressive, and thrilling than living lips have ever uttered.
From his 1871 Decoration Day speech at Arlington, this passage reflects on the profound, unspoken message emanating from the graves of the unknown loyal dead.
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