[00:24.04]In your hands, my dissatisfied countrymen, [00:27.53]and not in mine [00:28.23]is the momentous issue of Civil War. [00:31.77]The government will not assail you [00:34.97]You can have no conflicts, without being yourselves the aggressions. [00:40.51]We are not enemies, but friends. [00:43.96]We must not be enemies. [00:46.42]Though passion may have strained, [00:48.81]it must not break our bonds of affection. [00:59.91]The mystic chords of memories, [01:01.73]stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave [01:06.05]to every living heart all across this broad land [01:10.81]will yet swell the chorus of the Union, [01:13.89]when again touched, as surely they will be [01:18.39]By the better angels of our nature. [01:22.16]For if destruction be our lot, [01:24.96]we must ourselves be its author. [01:27.59]As a nation of Free Men, [01:29.90]we must live through all time [01:32.92]or die of suicide.