She stands, holding the light aloft
And we, drawn to the light and the majestic figure
Straggle into port, wave after wave, year after year.
Can you see yet? Can you see Liberty?
God touches the heart,
He intones in sighs too deep for words,
And bears us up over the waters.
Are we not moved to sobs as we crowd on deck
When that tall figure at last fills our eyes?
Liberty awaits us--greets us
Liberty’s even, noble gaze reads the hope in our hearts.
The Lady in the harbor has this Archetype
The Holy One striding over the water
And that is why her face is firm as stone
And why we weep, moved beyond words.
We left the old world and the old order.
We left everything behind
We were refugees, vagabonds; exiles and homeless dreamers
And now, a nation!
Here is the Port.
Sons and Brothers, Daughters, Sisters, Mothers, Fathers, we are free!
We are not afraid in this promised land,
We are called home from all nations of the earth
When hope kindles our souls and sets fire to all our bridges,
We have this Archetype
And people will clamor and swarm to it
Because we have put in to port on a Rock
It is now for us to become Liberty
Firm as stone
To live the Life of the Walker on the Water
And bear up the Beacon!
Walk on, children, til the sea is full of glory
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