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By John Le Gay Brereton
Where shall we dwell? say you.
Wandering winds reply:
In a temple with roof of blue
Under the splendid sky.
Never a nobler home
Well find though an age we try
Than is arched by the azure dome
Of the all-enfolding sky.
Here we are wed, and here
We live under Gods own eye.
Where shall we dwell, my dear?
Under the splendid sky.