Under the roof where the laughter rings,
 That’s where I long to be;
There are all of the glorious things,
 Meaning so much to me.
There is where striving and toiling ends;
There is where always the rainbow bends.
 
Under the roof where the children shout,
 There is the perfect rest;
There is the clamor of greed shut out,
 Ended the ceaseless quest.
Battles I fight through the heat of to-day
Are only to add to their hours of play.
 
Under the roof where the eyes are bright,
 There I would build my fame;
There my record of life I’d write;
 There I would sign my name.
There in laughter and true content
Let me fashion my monument.
 
Under the roof where the hearts are true,
 There is my earthly goal;
There I am pledged till my work is through,
 Body and heart and soul.
Think you that God will my choice condemn
If I have never played false to them?

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