Friday, February 4, 2011

Did not sleep well last night, so it's a rather blah day.

Anne Rutledge

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 sleeps beneath these weeds,
Beloved in life of Abraham Lincoln,
Wedded to him, not through union,
But through seperation.
Bloom forever, O Republic,
From the dust of my bosom!

Edgar Lee Masters
1868 - 1950

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