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!”


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