(@3With the apologies of the era to THE NEW COLOSSUS by Emma Lazarus, engraved upon the base of the Statue of Liberty@1.) Liberty, they are polishing your crown, Scouring the tarnish of your fifty years, But, Liberty, your torch is flickering down To a dull glow, your eyes are dim with tears -- @3Mother of Exiles@1, can you still invite The troubled world to send its tired, its poor To you for comfort? Dare you lift your light In gallant welcome at an open door? Are the days dead when you could spread your arms To @3huddled masses struggling to breathe free?@1 With all the outer world racked with alarms, When yelling violence smites, and cruelty Hurls piteous beings forth in shuddering swarms, Shut not their gate of hope, O Liberty! |