The New Colossus
Emma Lazarus
1849 to 1887
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"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame