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Independence Day

"The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus, written in 1883 when she was 34, for a soon-to-be erected statue that now stands in New York Harbor.

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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

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anita_margarita
Jul. 4th, 2012 06:17 pm (UTC)
The most amazing thing about the Statue of Liberty is how small it is by today's standards.
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