From “Lincoln 365,” by Arnold Kunst
March 27
Harriet Beecher Stowe one winter
evening toward the end of the war asked if the president did not feel a great
relief over the prospect of the war soon coming to a close. And Lincoln had
answered, she said, in a sad way: 'No Mrs. Stowe. I shall never live to see
peace. This war is killing me.'
'Let children walk with Nature. Let
them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous
inseparable unity as taught in woods and meadows and plains and mountains and
streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed
and as beautiful as life.'
- John Muir
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