I have to share this moving poem by Ray Bradbury with you. It’sentitled America: An Ode to Immigrants from the May 17 Wall Street Journal.
The final lines are:
Ten thousand wanderers a week
Engulf your shore,
You wonder what their shouting’s for,
And why so glad?
Run warm those souls: America is bad?
Sit down, stare in their faces, see!
You be the hoped-for thing a hopeless world would be.
In tides of immigrants that this year flow
You still remain the beckoning hearth they’d know.
In midnight beds with blueprint, plan and scheme
You are the dream that other people dream.