There is much to reflect on in this famous poem, engraved on the Statue of Liberty’s base. What a sober reminder of what once made America great. And what a stark contrast it sets up when one reflects on the aspirations of the new president of the United States.
I hope the words of this poem resonate within you as strongly as they do in me.
(Engraved on 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 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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”