2002: 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 standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightening, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGloves world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin-cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your […]
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