The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield 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.
Sherman invokes a poetic vision of national unity and remembrance in times of division.
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During forty years of public life, though many able men have aspired to the office I hold, the people of Ohio, through their general assembly, have preferred me to represent them.
The Union already embraces discordant elements enough without adding others.
It was settled by this war that we have a country limited in its powers by the constitution of the United States fairly construed.
What I have written is no doubt clouded with partisanship, but I would not be honest if I did not express my attachment to my party.
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