"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
- Poet Emma Lazarus
• Super soft ring-spun cotton*
• Unisex fit
• Designed and printed in the USA
* Heather colors are 48% polyester
* Ash color is 1% polyester