It was Emma Lazarus, of course, who formulated the verse but enough statesmen must have agreed with its concept to have it emblazoned on Lady Liberty.

"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!"

I suspect that many neocons disagree violently with the very notion.