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!
-Emma Lazarus, poet and playwright (1849-1887)
[from a poem written to raise funds for building the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty]
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!
-Emma Lazarus, poet and playwright (1849-1887)
[from a poem written to raise funds for building the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty]
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