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.
Emma Lazarus (1849 - 1887)
Source: The New Colossus: Incription for the Statue of Liberty, New York harbor.
Contributed by: Zaady
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