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Lincoln, wearing spectacles, stands at a podium before the Capitol Dome, still under scaffolding, under cloudy skies. He reads from the two pages.
LINCOLN
Yet, if God wills that it continue
until all the wealth piled by the
bondman's two hundred and fifty
years of unrequited toil shall be
sunk, and until every drop of blood
drawn with the lash shall be paid
by another drawn with the sword, as
was said three thousand years ago,
so still it must be said "the
judgments of the Lord are true and
righteous altogether."
He glances at his audience: 40,000 people from all over the country, wounded soldiers, civilians in black. And for the first time, in the crowd, not at its edges, hundreds of African Americans, civilians and soldiers.
LINCOLN (CONT'D)
With malice toward none, with
charity for all, with firmness in
the right as God gives us to see
the right, let us strive on to
finish the work we are in, to bind
up the nation's wounds, to care for
him who shall have borne the
battle, and for his widow and his
orphan, to do all which may achieve
and cherish a just and a lasting
peace among ourselves and with all
nations.
FADE TO BLACK.
THE END