I’ve seen pictures of the Statue of Liberty all my life, and I could have recited that it was a gift from France in the nineteenth century, but I couldn’t have described her.
I had a vague idea that she would be a comforting presence, saying, in the Emma Lazarus poem "The New Colossus,"
“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!”
But I did not bargain for her strength and power. Sure, she is 111'1" tall and weighs 225 tons, but if she were scaled down to human size, she would be a formidable woman. Wearing the robes of a warrior goddess, she is commanding as she offers care to the immigrants who approach.
I found this picture of her face on a postcard. The photo was taken before she was assembled at Bedloe's Island, 1885.