Robert Southwell - New Prince, New Pomp

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Robert Southwell - New Prince, New Pomp

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Behold, a seely tender babe In freezing winter night In homely manger trembling lies,— Alas, a piteous sight! The inns are full, no man will yield This little pilgrim bed But forced he is with seely beasts In crib to shroud his head Despise him not for lying there First, what he is enquire An orient pearl is often found In depth of dirty mire Weigh not his crib, his wooden dish Nor beasts that by him feed; Weigh not his mother's poor attire Nor Joseph's simple weed This stable is a prince's court This crib his chair of state The beasts are parcel of his pomp The wooden dish his plate The persons in that poor attire His royal liveries wear; The prince himself is come from heaven— This pomp is prized there With joy approach, O Christian wight Do homage to thy king; And highly prize his humble pomp Which he from heaven doth bring

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  • Robert Southwell