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 LazarusAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: July 22, 1849
- Died: November 19, 1887
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