Not like the brazen giant of Greek frame,
with conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gate shall stand
a mighty woman with a torch
whose flame is imprisoned lighting,
and her name is Mother of Exiles.
her beacon-hand glows
her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor
that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands your storied pomp!"
cries she with silent lips.
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!"
Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)
Did You Know...?
On July 4, 1984, the torch was extinguished so restorations could be made. It was relit on July 4, 1986, which marked its centennial.
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