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 beneficent 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!
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NOTE: “Ann Rutledge (January 7, 1813 – August 25, 1835) was allegedly Abraham Lincoln‘s first love.”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann_Rutledge
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