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The New Colossus

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Can you complete the famous poem about Miss Liberty - the Statue of Liberty? Written by Emma Lazarus in 1883 to raise funds for the now famous statue (completed in 1886), the poem was later engraved on the lower pedestal of the statue in 1903. The statue written about by Lazarus would become one of the most famous symbols of freedom in America, especially significant to immigrants just arriving at New York Harbor and beholding this "land of the free" for the first time.

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Can you complete the famous poem about Miss Liberty - the Statue of Liberty? Written by Emma Lazarus in 1883 to raise funds for the now famous statue (completed in 1886), the poem was later engraved on the lower pedestal of the statue in 1903. The statue written about by Lazarus would become one of the most famous symbols of freedom in America, especially significant to immigrants just arriving at New York Harbor and beholding this "land of the free" for the first time.

par Iris Clark
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Exiles land golden flame free welcome Send tired cries

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame ,
With conquering limbs astride from land to ;
Here at our sea - washed , sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch , whose
Is the imprisoned lightning , and her name
Mother of . From her beacon - hand
Glows world - wide ; her mild eyes command
The air - bridged harbor that twin cities frame .
" Keep , ancient lands , your storied pomp ! " she
With silent lips . " Give me your , your poor ,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe ,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore .
these , the homeless , tempest - tost to me ,
I lift my lamp beside the door ! "