From The Grime We Shall Seek Poem by Peter S. Quinn

From the grime we shall seek
Flowers and its true seeds
Make strong out of the weak
Find true fire and how it reads
Winter brushes in snowy gust
Every hillside and low dale
Filling hindrance with its lost
Bringing obscureness to its wale

Life is breathes forward blow
To the time and futures on
Rising billows in its flow
Till the hours are each done
Every feeling worth its while
Shall come with opportunity
Bring us across stretching mile
Make what we have got to be

Wheels of hope you will return
Push us forward on onus strife
Give us knowledge to learn
What is worthy in this life
Every hope is like anew spring
Batter the ashes way aside
Come on forward let us sing
Fill with peace and be our guide