View Death Is Nothing At All Full Poem Pics. I have only slipped away into the next room. It was published in facts of the faith in 1919.
Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
As for placing these words in the casket of someone you love that has passed on, what an awesome gesture. Death is nothing at all, 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. Death, be not proud, though some have called thee die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. Death is nothing at all poem by henry scott holland.