“Mother of Exiles”

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!”

  America … Samctuary for Love, Truth and Justice

 Uncle Sam … Semper Fidelis        

 

 Our Mother … Virgo Fidelis … Our Father … Semper Fidelis 

 

 … Mary Rose … “To cheat one’s self out of love is the greatest deception of which there is no reparation in either time or eternity.”