has been ordained and shall stand.  There can be peace on no other basis.  On this basis reconstruction is easy, and needs neither architect nor engineer.  Without this basis no engineer nor architect shall ever reconstruct these rebellious States.  We do not want your cities or your fields.  We do not envy you your prolific soil, nor heavens full of perpetual summer.  Let agriculture revel here, let manufactures make every stream twice musical, build fleets in every port, inspire the arts of peace with genius second only to that of Athens, and we shall be glad in your gladness, and rich in your wealth.  All that we ask is unswerving loyalty and universal liberty.  And that, in the name of this high sovereignty of the United States of America, we demand and that, with the blessing of Almighty God, we will have!  We raise our fathers banner that it may bring back better blessings than those of old; that it may cast out the devil of discord; that it may restore lawful government, and a prosperity purer and more enduring than that which it protected before; that it may win parted friends from their alienation; that it may inspire hope, and inaugurate universal liberty; that it may say to the sword, “Return to thy sheath”; and to the plow and sickle, “Go forth”; that it may heal all jealousies, unite all policies, inspire a new national life, compact our strength, purify our principles, ennoble our national ambitions, and make this people great and strong, not for agression and quarrelsomeness, but for the peace of the world, giving to us the glorious prerogative of leading all nations to juster laws, to more humane policies, to sincerer friendship, to rational, instituted civil liberty, and to universal Christian brotherhood.  Reverently, piously, in hopeful patriotism, we spread this banner on the sky, as of old the bow was painted on the cloud and, with solemn fervor, beseech God to look upon it, and make it a memorial of an everlasting covenant and decree that never again on this fair land shall a deluge of blood prevail.  Why need any eye turn from this spectacle?  Are there not associations which, overleaping the recent past, carry us back to times when, over North and South, this flag was honored alike by all?  In all our colonial days we were one, in the long revolutionary struggle, and in the scores of prosperous years succeeding, we were united.  When the passage of the Stamp Act in 1765 aroused the colonies, it was Gadsden, of South Carolina, that cried, with prescient enthusiasm, “We stand on the broad common ground of those natural rights that we all feel and know as men.  There ought to be no New England man, no New Yorker, known on this continent, but all of us,” said he, “Americans.”  That was the voice of South Carolina.  That shall be the voice of South Carolina.  Faint is the echo; but it is coming.  We now hear it sighing sadly through the pines; but it shall yet break in thunder upon the shore.  No North, no West, no South, but the United