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Autumn Leaves

Chapter 108: HAVE IDEALS.
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A compact poetry collection gathers short lyrical and didactic pieces that reflect on mortality, memory, love, duty, and spiritual consolation, often using nature and seasonal imagery to frame moral and emotional insights. Many poems shift between wistful reverie and exhortation, imagining dreamlike flights, harvest metaphors about deeds and consequences, prayers, meditations on motherhood and friendship, and speculative lines about reincarnation and the afterlife. The work mixes tender sentiment, moral counsel, and pastoral description across brief, accessible poems that alternate consolation with sober reminders of life's hardships.

HAVE IDEALS.

My ideals are the highest,
Though my feet rest on the sod.
I aspire e’en to high heaven,
Even to the “throne of God.”

And I think it is much better
That we soar above the stars,
Than to grovel in the low-lands,
Or behind a prison’s bars.

Though ourselves have built the prison
That confines our souls therein;
We must ever live in darkness
Till we break the bars within,

And escape into God’s sunshine,
To the sunshine of the soul;
And live up to our ideals,
And take heaven as our goal.