Compassion
COMPASSION:
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.
COMPASSION:
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.
COMPASSION:
Compassion opens the inner door of the heart.
COMPASSION:
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.
COMPASSION:
My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.
