The Hardest Journey 3: Just Words

Emma Lazarus’s poem at the base of the Statue of Liberty has for a century expressed America’s compassion for and welcome to immigrants. But now …..?

Give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free,
the wretched refuse
of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless,
the tempest-tossed, to me.
I lift my lamp
beside the golden door.
Emma Lazarus

18″ W x 30″ L

Hand-dyed, hand-painted cotton, photo transfers onto organza, machine pieced and appliquéd (raw edge), free motion quilting.