Friday, January 2, 2015

Light falling on the golden doors

I looked at this image, and suddenly heard echoes of a song we used to sing in music class, in third grade:

"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 is -- for those of you who don't remember --the inscription at the base of the Statue of Liberty. Do you suppose school children still learn those words? I remember being moved -- inspired, even -- and proud to be part of a country that welcomed the downtrodden...

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