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A poem 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
We’ll 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 God’s own eye.
“Where shall we dwell,” my dear?
Under the splendid sky.

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