Read what is written about the Statue of LIberty:

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 comand 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 breath free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Emma Lazarus/The New Colossus


What does this speak to you?

Elizabeth