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 lightening, 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,
Jewish Women's Archive. ""The New Colossus," by Emma Lazarus, 1883." (Viewed on August 18, 2022) <https://jwa.org/media/new-colossus-from-emma-lazarus-copy-book>.