Now Isn'T It Sweet Isn'T It Great (From, Lost Song Poems) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now isn't it sweet isn't it great
All things how they are going,
Fragrance is not a hour too late
In with the wind that's blowing;
How must it be all that I know
Feelings that flames are burning,
I'm like the seed that on must grow
Without away here turning.

There is my love in a new song
Waiting to know what to do,
Who has it where does it belong
My love that I once gave to you;
Turning way another direction
Everything's going to the rust,
We have to know in every inspection
Whom we shall follow and trust.

Now isn't it sweet when we know all
Follow the right from the wrong,
When we are there bent to a call
Knowing a weak from a strong;
You are what I have each of my way
Rising from dawn to an evening,
What it's worth in a single day
When I feel as good as a king.