Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tem… - Emma Lazarus

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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!

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About Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus (July 22, 1849 – November 19, 1887) was an American poet and playwright, born in New York City.

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