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I, if I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all peoples to Myself. – John 12:32


Towering above New York Harbor is the Statue of Liberty. That stately lady, with freedom’s torch held high, has beckoned millions of people who were choking from the stifling air of tyranny or oppression. They’ve been drawn to what that monument symbolizes – freedom.

Inscribed on Lady Liberty’s pedestal are these words by Emma Lazarus from her poem The New Colossus:

Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses
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Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-toss to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

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I, if I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all peoples to Myself. – John 12:32


Towering above New York Harbor is the Statue of Liberty. That stately lady, with freedom’s torch held high, has beckoned millions of people who were choking from the stifling air of tyranny or oppression. They’ve been drawn to what that monument symbolizes – freedom.

Inscribed on Lady Liberty’s pedestal are these words by Emma Lazarus from her poem The New Colossus:

Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses
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Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-toss to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

[DatePublished] => 2002-07-15 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 133225 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1386314 [AuthorName] => Jess Q. Cruz [SectionName] => Arts and Culture [SectionUrl] => arts-and-culture [URL] => ) ) )
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