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Jul. 1st, 2008 06:54 pm"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!"
Seems to me that poem's meant to include everyone who wants in to America, not just those who pass the Statue of Liberty on the way in to Ellis Island.
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!"
Seems to me that poem's meant to include everyone who wants in to America, not just those who pass the Statue of Liberty on the way in to Ellis Island.