Edward Taylor - Works

Works

"The Joy of Church Fellowship Rightly Attended" speaks of feelings of joyful acceptance as expressed in the singing of passengers riding in a coach on the way to heaven, accompnied by others, not yet members of the church, on foot.

In "Huswifery," possibly his best known poem, Taylor speaks of the Christian faith in terms of a spinning wheel and its various components, asking, in the first verse,

Make me, O Lord, thy spinning wheel complete. Thy Holy Word my distaff make for me. Make mine affections thy swift flyers neat And make my soul thy holy spool to be. My conversation make to be thy reel And reel the yarn thereon spun of thy wheel.

"Meditation Eight" is centered around the concept of God's being the living bread.

"The Preface to God's Determination" speaks of the Creation, when God "filleted the earth so fine" and "in this Bowling Alley bowld the Sun."

"Upon a Spider Catching a Fly" depicts Satan as a spider weaving a web to entangle man, who is saved by the mercy of God.

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