Statute of Liberty Immigration

Bring me men to match my mountains,
Bring me men to match my plains,
Men with empires in their purpose
And new eras in their brains.
Bring me men to match my prairies
Men to match my inland seas
Men whose thoughts shall pave a highway
Up to ampler destinies,
Pioneers to cleanse thought’s marshlands,
And to cleanse old error’s fen;
Bring me men to match my mountains–
Bring me men!

Bring men to match my forests,
Strong to fight the storm and beast,
Branching toward the skyey future,
Rooted on the futile past.
Bring me men to match my valleys,
Tolerant of rain and snow,
Men within whose fruitful purpose
Time’s consummate blooms shall grow,
Men to tame tigerish instincts
Of the lair and cave and den,
Cleanse the dragon slime of nature-
Bring me men!

Bring me men to match my rivers,
Continent cleansers, flowing free,
Drawn by eternal madness,
To be mingled with the sea-
Men of oceanic impulse,
Men whose moral currents sweep
Toward the wide, infolding ocean
Of an undiscovered deep-
Men who feel the strong pulsation
of the central sea and then
Time their currents by it earth throbs-
Bring me Men.

-Sam Walter Foss