Four score and five interruptions ago our zany uncle brought forth on this continent a new indignation, conceived in contempt for liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created to serve the state.
Now we are engaged in a soft civil war, testing whether that indignation, or any indignation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great debate-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a blog post for he who here gave 90 minutes of his life that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should blog this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave man, living not dead, who struggled here, has consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what he did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which he who fought that gasbag has thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from this honored candidate we take increased devotion to that cause for which he gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that this candidate shall not have felt like he died, devoured by a vast, shark-like maw, in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.