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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 where twin cities frame "Keep ancient lands your storied pomp," cries she "With silent lips give me your tide and your port And your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me I lift my lamp beside that golden door Yes, I lift my lamp beside that golden door I lift my lamp beside that golden door" 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 where twin cities frame "Keep ancient lands your storied pomp," cries she "With silent lips give me your tide and your port And your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me I lift my lamp beside that golden door Yes, I lift my lamp beside that golden door I lift my lamp beside that golden door Yes, I lift my lamp beside that golden door I lift my lamp beside that golden door