I Think I’ll Stay

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries sheWith 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-tossed to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” Emma Lazarus’ words engraved at the base of Lady Liberty are familiar to many.Continue reading “I Think I’ll Stay”