can someone help me analyse this poem or a part of this poem?

Its Man by Henry Vaughan.

WEIGHING the stedfastness and state
Of some mean things which here below reside,
Where birds like watchful Clocks the noiseless date

And Intercourse of times divide,     

Where Bees at night get home and hive, and flowrs 5

  Early, aswel as late,  

Rise with the Sun, and set in the same bowrs;

I would (said I) my God would give   

The staidness of these things to man! for these
To his divine appointments ever cleave, 10

And no new business breaks their peace;  

The birds nor sow, nor reap, yet sup and dine,

  The flowres without clothes live,  

Yet Solomon was never drest so fine.

Man hath stil either toyes, or Care,      15

He hath no root, nor to one place is ty’d,
But ever restless and Irregular

About this Earth doth run and ride,  

He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where,

  He sayes it is so far   20

That he hath quite forgot how to go there.

He knocks at all doors, strays and roams,    

Nay hath not so much wit as some stones have
Which in the darkest nights point to their homes,

By some hid sense their Maker gave;   25

Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest

  And passage through these looms    

God order’d motion, but ordain’d no rest.