Twelve score weeks ago our fingers brought forth on this gallery a new deviation, conceived in paper, and dedicated to the proposition that all paper has equal potential.
Now we are engaged in a great emptiness, testing whether this gallery, or any gallery, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great neglected page of that vacuum. We have come to dedicate a portion of that page, as a final resting place for that which here was folded that that page might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate... We can not consecrate... We can not hallow this gr