Religion
To the Infant Martyrs.
Religion
GOe smiling soules, your new built Cages breake,
In Heav'n you'l learne to sing ere here to speake,
Nor let the milky fonts that bath your thirst,
Bee your delay;
The place that calls you hence, is at the worst
Milke all the way.
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MLA
Crashaw, Richard. “To the Infant Martyrs.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crashaw/12/.
Chicago
Crashaw, Richard. “To the Infant Martyrs.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crashaw/12/.
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