“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 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 –THE STATUE OF LIBERTY 🗽
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