If you would, please patronize me for just a moment and read the final paragraphs of Lincoln’s first inaugural address given on this day, March 4th, 155 years ago.

Abe says, “I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”

And, though I don’t think the situation is as far out on the precipice as it was in early 1861, I think we could all make use of our better angels right now, don’t you?