The New Colossus
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!”
- Emma Lazarus
Poet Emma Lazarus wrote "The New Colossus" in 1883 as part of the effort to raise funds to pay for the base of the Statue of Liberty. A copy of her sonnet is on a plaque placed there in 1903.
"NEW YORK - WELCOME TO THE LAND OF FREEDOM - AN OCEAN STEAMER PASSING THE STATUE OF LIBERTY: SCENE ON THE STEERAGE DECK."
That's the caption of this engraving, which appeared in Frank Leslie's Illustrated Newspaper on July 2, 1887.