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! (Lazarus, 1883).
Reference:
Lazarus, E. (1883). The new colossus. Retrieved from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46550/the-new-colossus