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.
On The Miracle Of The Multiplied Loaves
Richard Crashaw
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Poem topics: food, hunger, easy, bread, sound, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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