LADY LIBERTY

The Statue of Liberty

A Sonnet by Emma Lazarus

The New Colossus

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe.

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

…the golden door of real opportunity…

Thank you for visiting your scribe for love, truth and peace

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