Appendix A

 

 

Emma Lazarus

1849-1887

                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.  Typed by:   Mr. Torbic

 

  Emma Lazarus

1849-1887

                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.  Typed by:   Mr. Torbic

 

  Emma Lazarus

1849-1887

                        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.  Typed by:   Mr. Torbic

 

 

Emma Lazarus

1849-1887

Give me your tired, your poor,  your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the woebegone refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me:   I lift my lamp beside the golden door.  Typed by:   Mr. Torbic

 

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