With silent lips. “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!”
ATTRIBUTION:
Emma Lazarus (1849–1887), U.S. poet. The New Colossus (l. 10–14). . .
America in Poetry. Charles Sullivan, ed. (1988) Harry N. Abrams.
