I Lift My Lamp Beside the Golden Door

On this date in 1849 poet Emma Lazarus was born in New York City.  All Americans should at least be aquainted with her words.  They are inscribed on a bronze plaque on the pedestal beneath The Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor.

This is one of 50 cards from the T99 Sights and Scenes of the World set issued in 1911.  I can't get enough antique gold borders.

The New Colossus

BY EMMA LAZARUS

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “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!”

By melanzane1013 - Emma Lazarus plaque, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=8063708