Give me your tired...

Magnet #581 - Liberty's Torch, New York State Museum

I'm here! I'm here! Pick me! Pick me!

Heh. Well, it's true, at this late hour.

It's a little odd, but rather than downtown NYC, I picked up this blingy magnet on my Albany day trip - the one where I had to train up to drop something off, and then I took the rest of the day to play tourist.

I fairly breezed through the NYS Museum, but well worth the trip.

They had the Sesame Street stoop! With Oscar the Grouch! They had stuffed native fauna of NY - Beavers! Bears! Beavers! Moose! Beavers! Elk! And an old-timey Automat-thingy! And Roosevelt stuff! And did you hear about the beavers?

Seriously, they had a ton of stuff that I wished I'd taken more time to see - from the dioramas of loggers to the rocket car, to the September 11th exhibit to their art collection - it's a pretty big collection.

I have to go back for sure. Somehow, I missed the carousel.

And, because it might be a while before someone convinces me to brave the tourist crowds to re-visit the Statue of Liberty, here's the 1883 Emma Lazarus poem on her pedestal.

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"