I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

So many other things for us to see, Things to be, Our history so full of tragedy and misery.

Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies... the mystic chords of memory... will swell the chorus of the Union... touched by the better angels of our nature.

What brought these Democrats with us? The Slavery issue. Drop that issue and they have no motive to remain, and will not remain with us. It is idiotic to think otherwise.