Does the title of this post sound familiar? It should. It's from the inscription on the Statue of Liberty. So, with that in mind, I share with you this wonderful quote from Marilyn Chandler McEntyre, The Christian Left (Click directly on the quote to bring up a larger viewing):
"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!"
(From the poem at the Statue of Liberty by Emma Lazarus)