Jews are the intensive form of any nationality whose language and customs they adopt.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
Still ours the dance, the feast, the glorious Psalm, The mystic lights of emblem, and the Word.
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 beside the golden door.
Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate...
Life's sharpest rapture is surcease of pain.