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When he rose to speak, I pitied him, that tall, ungainly, man. His speech was high pitched, regional, but clear to understand. An inner fire burned in him, his spirit fairly glowed. His eyes and voice enchanted us despite his rustic clothes. The constitution was his text; By chapter verse and line He taught us what the founders meant, the thoughts that filled their minds. He said a true Republican would not bid slaves to rise. John Brown was no Republican, his actions were unwise. He explained the Government could forbid slavery's spread. The Union is a sacred trust and must be preserved, he said. I felt my heart on fire when I heard him speak tonight. When I saw his homely features Transfigured by the light. This Lincoln must be reckoned with; if the South misunderstands, They'll be tears and lamentations around hearths in Dixie Land.
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
Transfiguration
When he rose to speak, I pitied him, that tall, ungainly, man. His speech was high pitched, regional, but clear to understand. An inner fire burned in him, his spirit fairly glowed. His eyes and voice enchanted us despite his rustic clothes. The constitution was his text; By chapter verse and line He taught us what the founders meant, the thoughts that filled their minds. He said a true Republican would not bid slaves to rise. John Brown was no Republican, his actions were unwise. He explained the Government could forbid slavery's spread. The Union is a sacred trust and must be preserved, he said. I felt my heart on fire when I heard him speak tonight. When I saw his homely features Transfigured by the light. This Lincoln must be reckoned with; if the South misunderstands, They'll be tears and lamentations around hearths in Dixie Land.
Lincoln['s Speech at Cooper Union in NYC 02/27/1860
john-f-mccullagh
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
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