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Henry Scott Holland (1847–1918) was Regius Professor of Divinity at the University of Oxford. He was also a canon of Christ Church, Oxford. The Scott Holland Memorial Lectures are held in his memory.
Music & Voice: Md Taufikur Rahman
Transcription:
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
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.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
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Death is nothing at all - Henry Scott-Holland
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Henry Scott-HollandinnerspherebdDeath is nothing at allEverything remains exactly as it wasCall me by the old familiar nameLaugh as we always laughedLife means all that it ever meantWhy should I be out of mind because I am out of sightAll is wellNothing is hurt; nothing is lostOne brief moment and all will be as it was beforeHow we shall laugh at the trouble of partingfuneral poem