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.
ATTRIBUTION:
Emma Lazarus (18491887), U.S. poet. The New Colossus (l. 18). . .
America in Poetry. Charles Sullivan, ed. (1988) Harry N. Abrams.