poem liberty draft
brazen giant of Greek fame,
conquering land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates stand
A mighty woman with a torch, flame
lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.
beacon-
welcome; h command
The air-bridged harbor
breathe free,
The wretched shore.
the golden door!”
conquering land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates stand
A mighty woman with a torch, flame
lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.
beacon-
welcome; h command
The air-bridged harbor
breathe free,
The wretched shore.
the golden door!”
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