Editor,

Lincoln’s closing paragraph of his first inaugural address in March, 1861, always touches my heart. As the beginning shots of the Civil War loomed only a month away, it seems like this must have been his prayer...

“I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. 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.”

In four years, he was dead at the hands of a southern sympathizer.

Jim McGee,

Fort Payne, AL

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