Richard Crashaw

(1612 - 1649 / England)

The Widow's Mites - Poem by Richard Crashaw

Two mites, two drops, yet all her house and land,
Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand :
The other's wanton wealth foams high, and brave ;
The other cast away, she only gave.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010



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