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A high quality art print featuring the beautiful poem by Henry Scott Holland; "All is Well" also known as "Death Is Nothing At All".
Please scroll down to read the full text. "All is Well" is featured here in black text on a white background with a border of leaves and greenery in a watercolor style. This poem is commonly used as a funeral reading, is is also a wonderful poem to give as a bereavement gift or to comfort someone who is grieving the loss of a loved one.
MEDIUM: Photographic Fine Art Print (UNFRAMED)
SIZE: Please choose from drop down menu - Common print sizes are: 5x7, 8x10, 8.5x11, A4, 11x14, 12x16, 18x24 and 24x36. Custom sizing is available, please send a message before completing your purchase to check the price of your custom size.
About your print:
Printed professionally on high quality photographic paper (NOT cheap card stock!) with a beautiful lustre finish (closely related to matte) with a slight sheen, using archival inks that will last for years.
It arrives carefully wrapped, unmatted and unframed.
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"All is well"
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to 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 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 effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
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 around the corner.
All is well.