The Poems of Emma Lazarus
ooked Truth gri
to the lees th
s not patience
ion, meekly
ance fraught wi
l her struggle
ear and terri
be borne throug
orns pressed dow
trouble she m
ent doth she
ings are, she e
eavor of the
uch poor stay
waves be wild
psing of the
rther loss, n
he apathy of