Richard Crashaw

(1612 - 1649 / England)

Divine Epigrams: On The Miracle Of The Multiplied Loaves - Poem by Richard Crashaw

See here an easy feast that knows no wound,
That under hunger's teeth will needs be sound;
A subtle harvest of unbounded bread,
What would ye more? Here food itself is fed.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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