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Autumn Leaves

Chapter 69: THERE IS A RIFT IN THE CLOUDS.
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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.

THERE IS A RIFT IN THE CLOUDS.

Though life may be gloomy,
And dark be thy way,
No light in thy pathway,
Not even one ray.
Look up to the heavens;
There’s a rift in the clouds.

Though life may be warfare,
Thy heart have no peace,
Fear not, thou wilt conquer,
Thy heart have surcease.
Look upward, not downward,
There’s a rift in the clouds.

Though friends may prove faithless,
And false unto thee;
There may be a reason
That thou dost not see.
Have charity always,
And see rift in the clouds.

Thy days may be cloudy,
Thy sun be obscured,
To thee may come evil,
It can be endured.
There’s a rift in the clouds.
Soon the sun will peep through.

Give comfort to some one
Who comes in thy way.
O be not despondent,
Be cheerful alway.
Look up and be happy,
See the rift in the clouds.

May the rift in the clouds
O’erspread all thy sky,
And all birds of ill omen
Away from thee fly.
Seek ever life’s sunshine,
And the rift in life’s clouds.