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