Colasses by Emma Lazarus

Not like the harsh and bold Greek Fame,

with strong legs at each side that stretch from land to land;

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An extraordinary woman with a torch, whose flame

is so bright as a flash of lightning, and her name

Mother of Immigrants. Her inspiring hands

shows world-wide welcome her gracious eyes command

that air-bridged harbor that small cities frame.

"Keep ancient lands, as your storied pride!" cries she

with silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

your assembled masses craving to breathe free,

the pitiable decline of your abounding shore.

Send these, the homeless, the wrong doers to me,

I lift my light beside the golden door, the passage to your dreams.