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"Far from my thought to school or threat;

I speak the things which hard beset.

Where various hazards meet the eyes,

To elect in magnanimity is wise.

Reap victory's fruit while sound the core;

What sounder fruit than re-established law?

I know your partial thoughts do press

Solely on us for war's unhappy stress;

But weigh—consider—look at all,

And broad anathema you'll recall.

The censor's charge I'll not repeat,

The meddlers kindled the war's white heat—

Vain intermeddlers and malign,

Both of the palm and of the pine;

I waive the thought—which never can be rife—

Common's the crime in every civil strife:

But this I feel, that North and South were driven

By Fate to arms. For our unshriven,

What thousands, truest souls, were tried—

As never may any be again—

All those who stemmed Secession's pride,

But at last were swept by the urgent tide

Into the chasm. I know their pain.

A story here may be applied:

'In Moorish lands there lived a maid

Brought to confess by vow the creed