“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 hates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lighting, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities
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