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Autumn Leaves

Chapter 48: DEAD HOPES.
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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.

DEAD HOPES.

When Love was young, and in his prime,
And in deception not yet skilled,
I found that guile was in his heart,
E’en as with saw-dust dolls were filled.

Alas! Though sad the lesson was,
And with the deepest misery fraught;
The lesson has not been in vain,
Though ’tis experience dearly bought.

I had a loved, and trusted friend,
But when I found she was untrue,
I plucked her image from my heart;
No more for friendship will I sue.

Today Love pleads to me in vain;
For nevermore shall I him trust.
When once deception comes to us,
Dead hopes henceforth are only dust.