Have a safe and wonderful July 4th.

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 abridged 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, the tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Emma Lazarus, 1883