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                                THE NEW COLOSSUS

                                by Emma Lazarus








Electronically Enhanced Text (c) Copyright 1996, World Library(R)



                      THE NEW COLOSSUS
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         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!"
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                               THE END