"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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
—Emma Lazarus, 1883
Happy Thanksgiving!
Quite a poet, that Emma was.
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GREAT post!!!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, she was amazing in many ways.
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