May I introduce you to an engaging, brilliant and thought-provoking writer – Theadora Brack. Theadora is an American ex-pat living in Paris.
Her fascinating and witty blog PEOPLE , PLACES AND BLING is both insightful and informative If you are not a follower please take a few minutes and read her most recent blog on the Statue of Liberty.
Statue of Liberty: Where is the Love?
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to break free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send there, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
“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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
(The text of this sonnet by Emma Lazarus is mounted inside the Statue of Liberty)
(The text “suffer little children” from King James version of the bible Matthew 19:14)