Anne Rutledge

    Out of me unworthy and unknown

    The vibrations¹ of deathless music；

    "With malice² toward none， with charity for all."

    Out of me the forgiveness of millions toward millions，

    And the beneficent face of a nation

    Shining with justice and truth.

    I am Anne Rutledge who sleep beneath these weeds，

    Beloved in life of Abraham Lincoln，

    Wedded³ to him， not through union，

    But through separation.

    Bloom forever， O Republic，

    From the dust of my bosom⁴！