And the lady in the harbor,
She still holds her torch out
To those huddled masses who are
Yearning for a freedom that still eludes them.
The immigrant’s children see their brightest dreams shattered
Here on the New Jersey shoreline in the
Greed and the glitter of those high-tech casinos,
But some mendicants wander off into a cathedral,
And they stoop in the silence
And there their prayers are still whispered.
— in Rich Mullins’s “Land of My Sojourn” (full song)
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