“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breath free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.” -Emma Lazarus “Come to me,all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.29 Take my yoke upon… Continue reading Give Me Your Tired