“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!”
From The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus
Alas, no more.
“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!”
From The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus
Alas, no more.
-Army Talk: Orientation Fact Sheet 64
Written 24 March 1945
-Army Talk: Orientation Fact Sheet 64
Written 24 March 1945