In a recent letter to the editor I noticed a reference to the Statue of Liberty’s Emma Lazarus poem.
Getting to see the complete poem may help our understanding of these times.
“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!’
This tablet, with her sonnet to the Bartholdi Statue of Liberty engraved upon it, is placed upon these walls.
In loving memory of Emma Lazarus
Born in New York City, July 22, 1849
Died November 19, 1887”
C.A. Kanz, State College