But I forget what you did it for. I fervently hope that the question is at rest, and that no sectional or ambitious or fanatical excitement may again threaten the durability of our institutions or obscure the light of our prosperity. Give her but room, and do not bind her when she sleeps, for then she speaks not true, as the old Proteus did, who spake oracles only when he was caught and bound, but then rather she turns herself into all shapes, except her own, and perhaps tunes her voice according to the time, as Micaiah did before Ahab, until she be adjured into her own likeness. The challenge of our past remains the challenge of our future - will we be one nation, one people, with one common destiny, or not? Will we all come together, or come apart? The divide of race has been America#146;s constant curse.