“Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhattan Bay,
The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean away:
Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand
To spread the light of liberty world-wide for every land.”

— Henry Van Dyke

Liberty Enlightening the World (1917)

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American diplomat 1852–1933

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