Sunday, September 22, 2013

O' Lady Liberty

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,
 lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
-Emma Lazarus, "The New Colossus"


Abba said...

Unfortunately, certain portions of our country/congress want to send the tired, poor, huddled masses back to where they came from. All in the defense of "Liberty"...

Paul Rockower said...

so true. But this is nothing new in American life.