By all accounts, this country’s partisan rancor — much of it needless, and premised on false ideas about each others’ identities — is set to get worse, before it gets better. This President’s Day, both sides should consider these words, written for a time more difficult still:
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.
We’ve emerged from worse, to come to a still stronger consensus.