Photo of the Day: Mother of Exiles

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!” 

Emma Lazarus, 1883

(Source:  National Park Service)