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!
You do realize that when that was written....which is a philosophy, not a law......there was no welfare state in the US, don't you? We controlled the number of immigrants and turned back undesirables. Once here, they had to make their own way. There was no government assistance. Are you good with a return to that?
I'm good with it. But they'll need to secure the borders both north and south first...