After that title, it's a shame the author didn't include the words graven at Liberty's feet. 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,
Always one of my favorite texts, along with this: Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thy friend's Or of thine own were: Any man's death diminishes me, Because I am involved in mankind, And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. Though I remember hitchens once saying something like the above being used to describe a proposal to keep Europe unified or something.... But I like the romanticism of unity of humanity. Et pluribus unum.No man is an island,