Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate, <br />Didst weep when Spain cast forth with flaming sword, <br />The children of the prophets of the Lord, <br />Prince, priest, and people, spurned by zealot hate. <br />Hounded from sea to sea, from state to state, <br />The West refused them, and the East abhorred. <br />No anchorage the known world could afford, <br />Close-locked was every port, barred every gate. <br />Then smiling, thou unveil'dst, O two-faced year, <br />A virgin world where doors of sunset part, <br />Saying, "Ho, all who weary, enter here! <br />There falls each ancient barrier that the art <br />Of race or creed or rank devised, to rear <br />Grim bulwarked hatred between heart and heart!"<br /><br />Emma Lazarus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1492/
