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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!” Emma Lazarus Happy Independence Day to those who celebrate - and here’s to hoping that we never stop fighting for a union that is more perfect than before, no matter the missteps and frustrations before us. Patriotism is striving for an ideal, not a gaudy wrapping in the trappings of nationalism. E Pluribus Unum!