On The Miracle Of The Multiplied Loaves Poem by Richard Crashaw

On The Miracle Of The Multiplied Loaves

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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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