Your huddled masses learning to be free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

The Emma Lazarus poem is inscribed on a bronze plate at the foot of the Status of Liberty for a reason. It is our history and the shining beacon of light we present to the world. From the cast-off members of other societies, we have built a nation unlike any other. Today is the anniversary of the statue’s dedication. Happy birthday, old girl!