On our cold desire to go to Heaven

We seem to prize the other World 'bove this,
But fear to go to that undoubted Bliss.
We find few Men, who would with Enoch fly,
From hence to Heaven, (that dare soar so high!)
Or with Elijah, would take like delight,
To mount his Fiery Chariot, in his flight.
Our Faith, for such Celestial Joy, comes short
Of our Fruitions here; where our Support
Is what we see, and what we understand;
Which we preferr, before God's best command.
Tho' Reason, and Religion, both agree
To bring us to a Bless'd Eternity;
In the same moment, we are rais'd from hence,
Through Faith, by God's Divinest Influence:
Which only can Immortal Life Create
By Death, destroying this our Mortal Fate.
So that, till we with God's Decree comply,
We do not truly Live, until we Dye.