Her torch it burns forever,
A gift to all so proud,
For people of all nations,
Dreams have been endowed.

Lady filled with honor,
Who welcomes all with pride,
No nation of the universe,
Denied this sight worldwide.

Hearts all filled with hope now,
As they stepped upon our shores,
Each one a different people,
Each one our great mentor.

We welcome you with royalty,
Your right now to be free,
No matter what your nation,
Our torch of love you'll see.

Come you have a place now,
To do your very best,
Upon the land of freedom,
With courage you are blest.

Upon these grounds each footstep,
That left a print so clear,
The love of those before you.
Have left their treasures here.

Author: © Francine Pucillo
Used with permission

~ THE NEW COLOSSUS ~
Inscribed on Lady Liberty's pedestal.

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 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-post to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Written by: Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)



Now the Lord is the Spirit;
and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is LIBERTY.
2 Corinthians 3:17