With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right,1 let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nations wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow and his orphanto do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.
Oh would I were a boy again, When life seemed formed of sunny years, And all the heart then knew of pain Was wept away in transient tears! When every tale Hope whispered then, My fancy deemed was only truth. Oh, would that I could know again, The happy visions of my youth.