Four score and seven years ago I brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that I am created equal.
Now I am engaged in a great civil war, testing whether me, or any me so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. I am met on a great battle-field of that war. I have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for me who here gave my lives that that me might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that I should do this.
But, in a larger sense, I can not dedicate -- I can not consecrate -- I can not hallow -- this ground. The brave me, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above my poor power to add or detract. I will little note, nor long remember what I say here, but it can never forget what I did here. It is for me the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which I who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for me to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before me -- that from these honored me I take increased devotion to that cause for which I gave the last full measure of devotion -- that I here highly resolve that these me shall not have died in vain -- that this me, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the me, by the me, for the me, shall not perish from the earth.