<span>We could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. …
The narrator is making it clear here that he does not believe in an after life. He says that he cannot assure Mrs. Herd that she was going anywhere in an "after state" because he thinks people who say things like that are being 'glib' and 'naive'. </span>
A lyric poem in the form of an address to a certain subject.
