In the aftermath of yesterday's election, it is perhaps fitting to remember the words spoken by Abraham Lincoln in 1861 at his first inaugural.
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.
Let us hope that the better angels of our nature will help all of us to bring together this divided nation.