author of The New Colossus,
the sonnet inscribed on the Statue of Liberty
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 be free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shores.
Send these, the homeless, tempest tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Presented by the
Federation of Jewish Women's Organizations, Inc.
on the occasion of the
American Jewish Tercentenary
This foundation stone is the gift of the
State of Israel