Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning - TopicsExpress



          

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. Emma Lazarus. More commonly known as the poem on the Statue of Liberty. Mighty inclusive words. If America ever were a Christian nation, Id say this was the closest weve ever been...
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 18:27:22 +0000

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