Rise, Rise Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Rise, raise my flow
Of poetry thought I tell you
My feeling like water will go
On to clouds and blue
Everything is but a dream
Though we are of reality made
River of the living stream
Each to your boundary will grade

Rise, raise my heart
Here is your first tricky beat
Where everything must start
In with the lonely and need
You are the hour to come
Passing your wintry stream effect
Where every love is from
And all the warmongers reject

Rise, rise - become strong
On to your flowing destiny
You are the heart and the song
That becomes for ever free
Never let your peace down
For it’s the hand on to reach
Take to the world its purposes gown
It’s the road and way to teach

Rise, rise my tomorrow
And let there be love
To become instead of sorrow
That drip only in from above
Hope is my heart to be there
In such wishes to follow
Take of it peacefully care
Never let dream become hollow