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! 

Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homelesstempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!