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Autumn Leaves

Chapter 61: IF THERE IS NO HEREAFTER.
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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.

IF THERE IS NO HEREAFTER.

If soul has no hereafter,
What is the unknown bond
That bindeth soul to matter,
And what is the beyond?

What is the power that buildeth?
What is the mind that wills?
What is the power within us
That all our being thrills?

If there is no hereafter
What use to us was birth?
We’re naught but vegetation
Encumbering the earth.

If knowledge had been given
Of th’ power that brought us here—
The law of living, dying.—
Of death we’d have no fear.

We’d start on our new journey,
And would not death regret.
These questions are deep problems
Which sometime must be met.

This life would be a failure
If naught there was beyond;
No tie twixt soul and matter,
No everlasting bond.


O Thou Almighty Father!
Canst be that soul must die?
O listen to my pleading,
O Father hear my cry!

O tell me what is dying?
I would by Thee be taught.—
Give me the glimpse of heaven
Which I so long have sought.—