I Am Only In The Next Room Funeral Poem

The sermon titled death the king of terrors was preached while the body of king edward vii was lying in state at westminster.

I am only in the next room funeral poem.

Call me by my old familiar name speak to me in the easy way which you always used. I am i and you are you and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched unchanged. Whatever we were to each other that we are still. Death is nothing at all.

I have only slipped away into the next room. A short funeral poem by helen lowrie marshall about happy memories living on after a loved one has gone. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed. Death is nothing at all canon henry scott holland uk 1847 1918 death is nothing at all.

Whatever we were to each other that we still are. Put no difference in your tone wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. I have only slipped into the next room. Paul s cathedral of london did not intend it as a poem it was actually delivered as part of a sermon in 1910.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. This poem is often read at funerals. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. I am i and you are you.

I am i and you are you. Everything remains exactly as it was. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. I have only slipped away to the next room.

Call me by the old familiar name. Call me by my old familiar name. The author henry scott holland 1847 1918 a priest at st. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

I am i and you are you. I have only slipped into the next room i am i and you are you whatever we were to each other that we are still. I have only slipped away into the next room. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Put no difference into your tone. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Whatever we were to each other that we still are. Whatever we were to each other that we are still.

I have used it many times as well as an enclosure in a sympathy letter. I have only slipped away into the next room i am i and you are you whatever we were to each other that we are still call me by my old familiar name speak to me in the same easy way which you always did put no difference into your tone. I have only slipped away to the next room. All is well is a very moving funeral poem by henry scott holland.