THE NEW COLOSSUS — that fear of children seeking a new home in America is sweeping reason from gentlemen and women is incredible. We are a nation of immigrants, a sanctuary for the oppressed. That we could be threatened by many thousand children in more than incomprehensible ... its unconscionable. We are so much better than this. THE NEW COLLOSUS, 1883 by Emma Lazarus 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!
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 17:42:14 +0000