Autumn Leaves

Chapter 12: AT LAST.

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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.

AT LAST.

I struggle on blindly;
I know not the way,
I falter by wayside
Forever and aye.

I seek the right pathway,
’Tis hidden in gloom,
’Tis cold as the grave, and
As dark as the tomb.

So deep are the shadows
I see not the road,
My burden is heavy
I sink ’neath the load.

So long seems the journey;
O when will it end?
I’m tired, and weary,
’Neath burdens I bend.

No light in my pathway,
No hope in my soul.
My life seems a failure,
Far distant my goal.

I’ll rise from my languor,
And hope for the best.—
Now, clouds are dispelling,
I’ll come to my rest.

Though trials, and sorrows
Have e’er been my lot,
I’ll cast them aside now,
Life’s battles are fought.

I’ve gained in the battles,
All clouds will now break.
When journey is ended
In heaven I’ll awake.