WIST

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.

Emma Lazarus (1849-1887) American poet
“The New Colossus” (1883)

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearing to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, the tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Emma Lazarus (1849-1887) American poet
“The New Colossus” (1883)

Used as an inscription on the Statue of Liberty, New York.