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