Dikt... Bring us your weak, your.. uhmm..?

[Gjest Ferri]

Hey..

Hva heter det diktet som går no sånt som::

Bring us your weak, your sick your..uhmm.. ja.. husker ikke så mye mere..

Det er et amerikansk dikt/sang(?) som snakker om og bygge opp amerika, alle de tar imot for og bygge landet? ahhh.. kunne forklart detta bedre men er trøtt

*googler vidre ser om jeg finner det*

[Katt-ja]

Hmmm. Kan det være det diktet som er inngravert på Frihetsgudinnen?

Emma Lazarus:

The New Colossus

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!"