Liberty enlightening the world
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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.
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- “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!”
In response to 2014 in photos: For photos and perhaps other quick notes sent from my mobile device or written on the fly during 2014.