Thursday, December 31, 2015

SONG ONE-The immigrants cry


Our forefathers came by oars and sail
With only hope to ensure they prevailed
A land only known in tale and lore
Where a beacon stands besides the shore
Whose charge welcomes all who will dare
Leave land, life, and journey there
Give me you tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teaming shore
Send these, the homeless, tempest tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door
Her promise still lives today
Even though they come by other ways
May the sons of the fathers remember their past
And never forget the immigrant's cry
Free at last, free at last
Thank god almighty, free at last

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