Richard Crashaw

(1612 - 1649 / England)

On The Prodigal - Poem by Richard Crashaw

Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,
Whither away so frolic ? why so glad ?
What all thy wealth in council ? all thy state ?
Are husks so dear ? troth 'tis a mighty rate.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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