The New Colossus - Emma Lazarus

not like the brazen giant of Greek fame with conquering limbs straddling from land to land here, at our sea-washed gates of the evening, will stand a mighty woman with a torch whose flame is the imprisoned lightning and her name, mother of the exiles, from his lighthouse hand shines throughout the world. welcome her soft eyes, order the harbor with sky bridges framing the Twin Cities guard the ancient lands your historic pomp she weeps with silent lips give me your tired your poor your huddled masses yearning to breathe free the wretched waste of your shore filled, the storm sends these without a home - thrown to me I left my light next to the Golden Gate Emma Lazarus