Behold, a lady standing her ground,
Wielding her torch, a light for the masses,
Below her cruel waves begin to pound
for a storm comes, stalks and harasses.
Blow harsh winds, blow! She will never waver!
A new home she vows, come fury and flood,
Freedom shields the brave while scorning terror,
And condemns the shed of innocent blood.
Naught will mar her tabula ansata,
Naught will sever any ray from her crown,
There stands the dream, man’s desiderata,
There stands a truth that naught can strike down.
Liberty shall reign due to Providence,
A symbol of peace and independence.