On Death

'Tis very strange the World should still comply,
To think that Death is sent to make us dye,
By leading us to Immortality:
And the same moment does our souls convoy
From worldly slavery to eternal joy.
So that we ought to find some other Name
For God's great Messenger, that bears our blame
Alone, tho' Life and Death are both the same
Moment our eternal Lot, to end this strife,
We may treat Death as our first step to Life:
No terror find by our remove from hence,
When all our Happiness proceeds from thence.