Musical Introduction:
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-tossed to me-
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Poem by Emma Lazarus, 1883
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 the 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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
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Book/product suggestions for this song:
Emma's Poem: The Voice of the Statue of Liberty by Linda Glaser (Author), Claire A. Nivola (Illustrator)
Emma Lazarus: A Jewish Woman Whose Words Symbolize Freedom
by Lieba Abecassis (Author), Gila Rapoport (Author)
My Little Golden Book About the Statue of Liberty
by Jen Arena (Author), Viviana Garofoli (Illustrator)
Her Right Foot
by Dave Eggers (Author), Shawn Harris (Illustrator)
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