Give me your tired, your poor

1. A line from a poem, “The New Colossus,” by the nineteenth-century American poet Emma Lazarus. “The New Colossus,” describing the Statue of Liberty , appears on a plaque at the base of the statue. It ends with the statue herself speaking:

   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-tossed, to me:

   I lift my lamp beside the golden door.