This is my first bid at wending a queath into Anglish. - email@example.com
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this greatland, a new folkship, dreamt in freedom, and sworn to the forthput that all men are made evenworthy. Now we are betrothed in a great folk-war, testing whether that folkship, or any folkship so born and so sworn, can long withstand. We are met on a great hild-field of that war.
We have come to earmark a bit of that field, as a last resting spot for those who here gave their lives that that folkship might live. It is altogether meet and seemly that we should do this. But, in a greater meaning, we can not earmark -- we can not bless -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The bold men, living and dead, who struggled here, have blessed it, far above our wretched strength to eke or take. The world will little write, nor long ken what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be earmarked here to the unfullcame work which they who fought here have thus far so highbredly put forth. It is rather for us to be here earmarked to the great task lasting before us -- that from these hallowed dead we take increased drive to that belief for which they gave the last full deed of drive -- that we here highly settle that these dead shall not have died in idleness -- that this folkship, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that lawmoot of the folk, by the folk, for the folk, shall not swelt from the Earth.