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
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
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
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