W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
New Prince, New Pomp
Robert Southwell (c. 15611595)B
In freezing winter night,
In homely manger trembling lies;
Alas! a piteous sight.
This little pilgrim bed;
But forced he is with silly beasts
In crib to shroud his head.
First what He is inquire:
An Orient pearl is often found
In depth of dirty mire.
Nor beasts that by Him feed;
Weigh not His mother’s poor attire,
Nor Joseph’s simple weed.
The crib His chair of state;
The beasts are parcel of His pomp,
The wooden dish His plate.
His royal liveries wear;
The Prince Himself is come from heaven:
This pomp is praised there.
Do homage to thy King;
And highly praise this humble pomp,
Which He from heaven doth bring.