Originally posted on The Tony Burgess Blog: “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!” These lines are from the poem “The New Colossus,” written by Emma Lazarus…

via Give Me Your Tired, Poor, Huddled Masses #statueofliberty — Wanda D. Jefferson