Although there is probably small chance to know for sure, I like to think at least a few of my ancestors had the opportunity to see the Statue of Liberty as they made their way here. There is a poem inscribed on the pedestal of that statue that some may not have read before. I leave it with you as my Independence Day salute to this wonderful country we live in:
"The New Colossus" by Emma Lezarus:
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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"