[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.