• Immigration/Statue Of Liberty

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                             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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    A Mother and her children Ellis Island
     
     
     
     
    Immigrants being going through health inspections at Ellis Island.