•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 besides the golden door!
Question -
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-If you were an immigrant arriving in the U.S. at the turn of the century, how would you
have felt upon reading the inscription on the base of the statue? [RESPOND BELOW]