You rise where sea and heaven meet,
a dream in copper, calm and tall;
your torch still burns for one and all—
a golden flame, serene and sweet.
Through storms that tear and time that wears,
your steadfast light outlasts our fears.

You are the breath of second chance,
the song the weary carry home,
a star for those who cross the foam
to seek a kinder circumstance.
Your silence speaks, your vigil keeps
the promise mercy never sleeps.

You shine for hearts the world forgot,
for voices lost in crowd and din;
you ask us softly, “Will you let them in?”
and shame the coldness we are not.
Your beauty is not carved in stone–
it lives in welcome, freely shown.

O Lady, lift your torch again!
Let justice be your steady flame;
let love, not fear, uphold your name,
and grace outshine the ways of men.
So long as hearts to freedom lean,
your light shall keep their courage green.