4 points | by EA-3167 9 hours ago ago
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> Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
> With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
> Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch,
> whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.
> From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome;
> her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
> “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips.
> “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
> The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
> I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
-The New Colossus (1883) by American poet Emma Lazarus Found at the foot of the Statue of Liberty, NYC.
> Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
> With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
> Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch,
> whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.
> From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome;
> her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
> “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips.
> “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
> The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
> I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
-The New Colossus (1883) by American poet Emma Lazarus Found at the foot of the Statue of Liberty, NYC.