Emma Lazarus

“ Humanity sails free; Gayly upon a vast untraveled sea, O’er pathless wastes, to ports undreamed she rides. Richer than Cleopatra’s barge of gold, This vessel, manned by demi-gods, with freight Of priceless marvels. But where yawns the hold In that deep, reeking hell, what slaves be they, Who feed the ravenous monster, pant and sweat, Nor know if overhead reign night and day? ”

“ Oh splendid age when Science lights her lamp At the brief lightning’s momentary flame, Fixing it steadfast as a star, man’s name Upon the very brow of heaven to stamp, Launched on a ship whose iron-cuirassed sides Mock storm and wave. ”