Lady Liberty…

Statue of Liberty, NJ – Liberty State Park

I guess it is about time I included this one in my search of America. It has become endemic of what it means to be American. Of course the famous words are:

“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!”

These words are from a poem by Emma Lazarus who was a quintessential New Yorker.

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