« 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-test to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
 
 

Lines inscribed on the base of the statue of Liberty called “ Mother of Exiles”
Extract from the poem intitulized The New Collussus from Emma Lazarus