Statue of Liberty "With Goodness We Grow"



     As the youth carries his brother homeward through the growing blizzard, the giant Lady's words blow with the swirling winds into his head, as if they were his owns thoughts...
"Young or old, moneyed or wanting, lame or fortunate, leave your diversions of comfort, greed and reverie. Flood my torch with only your goodness, and then together our spirits will soar forever." 

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