The New Colossus By Emma Lazarus 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!" VISIT THE EMMA LAZARUS EXHIBIT AT THE MUSEUM OF JEWISH HERITAGE, 36 BATTERY PL, NYC, AT THE BATTERY. JERRY MEDOWAR, YOUR LIBRARIAN, HAS FREE TICKETS. 623-6739 Material from these articles based on the Museum of Jewish Heritage web site: |
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