Tuesday, July 4, 2017
Jeff Lampl

In 1903 the following poem was engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted inside the lower level at the Statue of Liberty site.   Today is a good day to read it or re-read it.  It connects one of the seven ancient wonders of the world, the Colossus of Rhodes, with the huddled masses of immigrants coming to the United States, many through Ellis Island.  As you read the poem take some time to consider Peter’s words above.   How do a ‘colossus’, “huddled masses”, and “not using your freedom as a cover-up, but living as servants of God” connect for you?  Jeff 

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-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”