your huddled masses
YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE –
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these – the homeless – tempest-tossed to me
“I LIFT UP MY LAMP BESIDE THE GOLDEN DOOR!”
She is a beacon of light – a national treasure. . . And one of the most recognizable
figures in the world!
Each year millions who cherish her ideals make
the journey to experience her history and grandeur . . .
She is the Statue of Liberty, a symbol of freedom…and hope!
God Bless America – and all within her shores!
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