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Statue of Liberty
— Statue of Liberty Trivia
— Statue of Liberty History

Statue of Liberty Trivia
The 22-story Statue of Liberty is approximately 305 feet, up to the top of the torch. The climb from the base to the crown is about 250 feet. An interior staircase — 354 stairs — leads up to the Crown. Breathtaking views from the top overlook NY harbor and city skyline.

A bronze plaque, located inside the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty (placed there in 1903), is engraved with the words to a sonnet written by Emma Lazarth in 1883 — "The New Colossus." To this day, those words still perfectly express what this statue means to people around the world.

The date on the tablet (in Lady Liberty's hand) reads July 4, 1776. The statue has 7 rays in her crown — 7 seas, 7 continents, 7 days of the week, 7 letters in liberty, 7 letters in America, 7 letters in New York...

Crown Re-Opened July 4, 2009
On July 4, 2009, the crown at the Statue of Liberty re-opened to the public for the first time since 9/11. Previously, there was NO access above the pedestal level.
More on the Crown and how to get there

Statue of Liberty History
The statue was manufactured in Paris and shipped to the U.S, arriving in the Fall of 1885 — in 204 crates. Once assembled, the Statue of Liberty became the ultimate symbol of hope and freedom in America. The torch is the symbol of liberty and light in the world.

Designated as a National Monument in 1924, The Statue of Liberty was restored (and her torch was replaced) for her centennial on July 4, 1986 — and celebrated her 100th birthday on October 28, 1986.

"The New Colossus"
by Emma Lazarth — 1883
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land, Here at our sea-washed, sunset-gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand, Glows worldwide welcome, her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she, With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore; Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

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