New Prince, New Pomp.
Behold, a simple, tender Babe, la freezing. winter night. In homely manger trembling lies; Alaa! a piteous sight. The inns are full; no man will yield This little Pilgrim bed, But forced Ho is with silly beasts In crib to shroud His head. Despise Him not for lying there; For what He is Inquire; 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. The stable is a Prince’s court. The crib His chair of state; The beasts are parcel of His pomp The wooden dish His plate. The persons In that poor attire Hie royal liveries wear; The Prince Himself is come from Heaven; This pomp is praised there. With joy approach. O Christian wight, Do homage to thj' King, And highly praise His humble pomp. Which He from Heaven doth bring. —Robert Southwell.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXV, Issue 26, 30 December 1905, Page 56
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163New Prince, New Pomp. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXV, Issue 26, 30 December 1905, Page 56
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