Divine Epigrams: 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.

About Richard Crashaw

English metaphysical poet known for ecstatic religious verse. His baroque imagery reflects deep Catholic devotion.

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