To the Infant Martyrs
Go, smiling souls, your new-built cages break,
In heaven you’ll learn to sing, ere here to speak,
Nor let the milky fonts that bathe your thirst
Be your delay;
The place that calls you hence is, at the worst,
Milk all the way.
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Poet Richard Crashaw 1612–1649
POET’S REGION England
SCHOOL / PERIOD 17th Century
Subjects Living, Infancy, Death
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SUBJECT Living, Infancy, Death
POET’S REGION England
SCHOOL / PERIOD 17th Century
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