Out of me unworthy and unknown The vibrations of deathless music; `With malice toward none, with charity for all.` Out of me the forgiveness of millions toward millions, And the beneficient face of a nation Shining with justice and truth. I am Anne Rutledge who sleep beneath these weeds, Beloved in life of Abraham Lincoln, Wedded to him, not through union, But through separation. Bloom forever, O Republic, From the dust of my bosom!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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