text: My grandfather was named Josef Szmidt and landed on Ellis Island in April 1900. He was told to change his name to Joseph Smith, learn English, get a job and accept the American way of life as their own. He married, raised two daughters one being my mother, and eventually spent his work life as a janitor in a NYC high rise. Sound like the illegal of today, doesn't it? Please - spare me the the inference that a poem written in 1883 and pertaining to men and women of my grandfathers caliber  has ANY similarity with the influx of illegals coming across U.S. borders. It's quite frankly, an insult.