The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, 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.--as quoted in THE RIVER OF WINGED DREAMS
Abraham LincolnAbout author
- Author's profession: President, Politician
- Nationality: american
- Born: February 12, 1809
- Died: April 15, 1865
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