Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
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,
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,
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.
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.