New Prince, New Pomp a Christmas
poem by Robert Southwell

Miniature Biography

Robert Southwell
Nationality - English
Lifespan - 1561 - 1595
Educated abroad, mainly at Douai, in France
Priest - Tortured and Martyred for his faith
Famous work - St. Peter's Complaint

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New Prince, New Pomp a Christmas poem by Robert Southwell

Make it Snow !

Behold a silly 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 silly 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, the 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 this humble pomp, which He from heaven doth bring.

Make it Snow !

New Prince, New Pomp a Christmas poem by Robert Southwell

New Prince, New Pomp a Christmas poem by Robert Southwell