The New Colossus

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!”

“The New Colossus” is a sonnet by American poet Emma Lazarus, written in 1883. In 1903, the poem was engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted in the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty.

Politicians, demagogues, and those who follow them would do well to remember these ideas as they are likely the words their relatives read when arriving in the United States.

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