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Saturday Librarian 7

With apologies to Emma Lazarus. The New Colossus.

not like the brazen giant of greek fame
with conquering limbs astride from land to land
here at our libr'y, enlightenment's stand
a mighty woman with a torch whose flame
is the imprisoned lightning, and her name:
librarian, and from her beaconed hand
glows wide knowledge, her typing hands command
the bookish harbor that the stacks do frame
"keep intellectual capacity,"
she cries each saturday when through the door
"the huddled masses yearning to search free
the wretched questions asked forever more
send these, saturday tempest-tost to me
i'll light the way of knowledge's golden door"