"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!"
8 years ago
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Cool, I always wondered who wrote this. Wikipedia says that Emma was friends with Ralph Waldo Emmerson.
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