I Am Only In The Next Room Funeral Poem

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 am only in the next room funeral poem.

I am i and you are you. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Whatever we were to each other that we still are. Paul s cathedral of london did not intend it as a poem it was actually delivered as part of a sermon in 1910.

Death is nothing at all canon henry scott holland uk 1847 1918. I am i and you are you. 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.

I have only slipped away into the next room. I have only slipped away to the next room. The author henry scott holland 1847 1918 a priest at st. The sermon titled death the king of terrors was preached while the body of king edward vii was lying in state at westminster.

Death is nothing at all. Call me by my old familiar name speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.

I have only slipped into the next room. Whatever we were to each other that we still are. I have only slipped away to the next room. I am i and you are you.

Put no difference into your tone. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed. 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. Call me by the old familiar name.

Everything remains exactly as it was. Call me by my old familiar name. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. I have only slipped away into the next room.

I am i and you are you. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. I have used it many times as well as an enclosure in a sympathy letter. A short funeral poem by helen lowrie marshall about happy memories living on after a loved one has gone.

Put no difference in your tone wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Call me by my old familiar name. This poem is often read at funerals. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.