I dreamt last night that I sat
At the feet of Lady Liberty.
My heart feeling heavy I asked,
"How do you stand there,
Your head lifted,
Your torch ever on high,
Beckoning to those homeless,
Huddled masses
When so many at your back
Will only revile and hate them?"
She bowed her head
As she looked at me,
And with tears in her eyes she said,
"Oh child, it has always been thus.
'Tis the hope of this place
That I offer, and it will be
The hope of those that come
That keep me alive."
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