“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. “Give 3 points 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 (tossed] to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden
door!” – Emma Lazarus, “The New Colossus" -This poem is found on which
national landmark?

A. Plymouth Rock
B. Lincoln Memorial
C. Statue of Liberty
D. Independence Hall