Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The… — Emma Lazarus
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-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Inscription on the Statue of Liberty in New York City.
