Today's posting is not about aging as such. However, it is a posting that stirs the human heart at any age. We are all familiar with the words that are inscribed below the Statue of Liberty. Enclosed below is the entire poem. Reading the entire poem lends even deeper meaning to those inscribed words.
The New Colossus
by Emma Lazarus, New York City, 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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
It seems appropriate to remember the inscribed words and the entire work of Emma Lazarus at this pivotal time in our country's history as we approach a noteworthy Presidential election which will hold consequences that will ripple into the next decades.
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