The New Colossus

[SAT 9,609]

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-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

For those of you that have not visited the Statue of Liberty, I highly recommend making that pilgrimage. The boat ride from the New York Side will also take you to Ellis Island. It is trully inspiring. Even after living in NYC for 30 years, I'm moved everytime I see her.

You will find the above poem inscribed on a plaque at the foot of the statue. As well as the Federal court house on Center Street.

[Nessa 23]

dayum, i'm so pregnant. i read the new colostrum

[Mags 112]

I went last year. It was great.

[faryan 4]

Last time i was in NYC just saw the lady from afar on a ferry to Staten Island. Will definitely go the next time.

[one...two...tree 2,762]

dayum, i'm so pregnant. i read the new colostrum