Analysis of New Prince New Pomp

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 right,
   Do homage to thy king;
And highly prize his humble pomp
   Which he from heaven doth bring.