America the Beautiful Day 15: The Statue of Liberty

For today’s entry in America the Beautiful, I wanted to share the poem from the inside of the Statue of Liberty.  You have probably heard the final lines, but this is the entire poem.  I like the poem, and I thought it fit perfectly with this months theme, so enjoy:

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!”