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- WESTFIELD HISTORY
Born the son of a yeoman farmer in 1642 at Sketchley, Leicestershire, England, Edward Taylor crossed the Atlantic in 1668 and landed in the Massachusetts Bay Colony. He was admitted with advanced standing to Harvard College, graduating in 1671. Taylor roomed with Samuel Sewall, the judge who later presided at the Salem witch trials. While in Cambridge, Taylor wrote two elegies and delivered a verse declamation upon graduation.
Initially, following graduation, Taylor was destined to become a resident scholar at Harvard. He was urged by Increase Mather to accept an invitation to minister on the frontier in Westfield, Mass. which was then considered a wilderness town. The night before he was to set on the desperate winter journey by foot, he went to take his leave of Harvard President Charles Chauncy. Taylor’s diary reports: “His love was so much expressed that I could scarce leave him, and well it may be so for he told me in plain words that he knew not how to part with me.” After acute indecision, Taylor left with Thomas Dewey, the Westfield church’s representative, for the frontier. They departed on November 27, 1671, after snowfall, as described in Taylor’s diary: “The snow being above mid-leg deep, the way unbeaten, or the track filled up again, and over rocks and mountains about 100 miles.” Before the year was out, President Charles Chauncy died.
Taylor’s influence on Westfield was profound. He served in Westfield until his death 58 years later—as minister at the First Congregational Church, doctor, farmer, clerk, strategist to prevent Indian attacks, and poet. As such, he is considered the first “employee” of the Town (now City) of Westfield. By 1673 Taylor had a parsonage and a new, small meeting-house, built to serve also as a fort during the Indian troubles. Following the end of King Philip’s War in 1676, Taylor was able to focus on organizing his church. Taylor’s parishioners were called to worship with the beat of a drum. His wife, Elizabeth Fitch, from Norwich, CT, bore eight children, five of whom died in infancy. He and his second wife, Ruth Wyllys, had six children.
He continued to write meditations of devotion most often related to the sacred sacrament of communion. His fame is the result of two works, the Preparatory Meditations (written 1682-1725) and Gods Determinations touching his Elect (written 1682?). But he also wrote many other poems during his long life – his poetry is replete with imagery drawn from the farm and from the countryside of both Old and New England – and he was an indefatigable preacher. Over sixty of his sermons are extant as well as a long treatise, The Harmony of the Gospels. Many consider Taylor “the most prolific poet of America’s first two hundred years.”
Nevertheless, Taylor forbade his family to publish the works which he had composed and preserved. His self-bound two volumes remained in the collections of the Yale Library (now the Beinecke Rare Book Library) for more than two centuries. When Professor Thomas H. Johnson examined them, he edited The Poetical Works of Edward Taylor for publication. Almost overnight Taylor poems “established him almost at once and without quibble as not only America’s finest Colonial poet but as one of the most striking writers in the whole range of American literature.”
"Taylor transcended his frontier circumstances," biographer Norman S. Grabo has observed, "not by leaving them behind, but by transforming them into intellectual, aesthetic, and spiritual universals."
Make me, O Lord, thy Spining Wheele compleate.
Thy Holy Worde my Distaff make for meet
Make mine Affections thy Swift Flyers neate
And make my Soule thy holy Spoole to bee.
My Conversation make to be thy Reele
And reele the yarn thereon spun of thy Wheele.
Make me thy Loome then, knit therein this Twine:
And make thy Holy Spirit, Lord, wince quills:
Then weave the Web thyselfe. The yarn is fine.
Thine Ordinances make my Fulling Mills.
Then dy the same in Hcavenly Colours Choice,
All pinks with Varnisht Flowers of Paradise.
Then cloath therewith mine Understanding, Will,
Affections, Judgment, Conscience, Memory
My Words, and Actions, that their shine may fill
My wayes with glory and thee glorify.
Then mine apparel! shall display before yee
That I am Cloathd in Holy robes for glory.
Line 1: Compleate, fully equipped; without defect.
Line 8: Winde quills, fill spools with thread or yarn.
Line 9: Web, cloth.
Line 10: Fulling Mills, mills where cloth is beaten and cleaned.
Line 12: Pinkt, adorned, shining
Thou sorrow, venom Elfe.
Is this thy play,
To spin a web out of thyselfe
To catch a Fly?
I saw a pettish wasp
Fall foule therein.
Whom yet thy Whorle pins did not clasp
Lest he should fling
But as affraid, remote
Didst stand hereat
And with thy little fingers stroke
And gently tap
His back .
Thus gently him didst treate
Lest he should pet,
And in a froppish, waspish heate
Should greatly fret
Whereas the silly Fly,
Caught by its leg
Thou by the throate tookst hastily
And 'hinde the head
This goes to pot, that not
Nature cloth call.
Strive not above what strength hath got
Lest in the brawle
This Frey seems thus to us.
Hells Spider gets
His intrails spun to whip Cords thus
And wove to nets
To tangle Adams race
To their Destructions, spoil'd, made base
By venom things
But mighty, Gracious Lord
Thy Grace to breake the Cord, afford
Us Glorys Gate
We'l Nightingaile sing like
When pearcht on high
In Glories Cage, thy glory, bright,
Line 6: Pettish, ill-humored.
Line 8: Whorle, part of a spinning wheel.
Line 17: Pet, take offense, react negatively.
Line 18: Froppish, fretful.
Line 19: Fret, destroy.
Line 26: Pot, put up, preserve.
Line 31: Frey (fray), alarm, terror; assault.
Line 33: Whip Cords, thin, tough hempen cord.
Taylor is interred in the Old Burying Ground on Mechanic Street in Westfield. His tombstone, engraved with the face of a primitive angel, fell into disrepair but has now been reconstructed.