“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “
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, The New Colossus
Inscribed at the Statue of Liberty
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