Poem by Richard Crashaw

On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves

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. 

1. In the Holy Nativity of our Lord
2. Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain
3. On the Prodigal
4. On Mr. G. Herbert's Book
5. The Tear

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