"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."







Our National Anthem
Oh, say can you see
by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed

at the the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars

thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched

were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare,

the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night

that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner

yet wave
O'er the land of the free

and the home of the brave?




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