42 throws me a bone yet again!
This time, that bone comes from a Blue Bloods episode. A reference is made to a poem by American poet, Emma Lazarus. Here’s that poem.
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!”
“The New Colossus” by American poet, Emma Lazarus (HitchHiker’s emphasis)
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That helps puts things in perspective for those of us who are the descendants of tired and poor wretched refuse who came to breathe free because the Mother of Exiles invited them!
And for those of us coming now because of her invitiation!
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