Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breath free.The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.I lift my lamp beside the golden door!-Epigraph from the Statue of Liberty
Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breath free.The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.I lift my lamp beside the golden door!-Epigraph from the Statue of Liberty