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THE BROAD-BACKED hippopotamus | |
Rests on his belly in the mud; | |
Although he seems so firm to us | |
He is merely flesh and blood. | |
Flesh and blood is weak and frail, | 5 |
Susceptible to nervous shock; | |
While the True Church can never fail | |
For it is based upon a rock. | |
The hippo’s feeble steps may err | |
In compassing material ends, | 10 |
While the True Church need never stir | |
To gather in its dividends. | |
The ’potamus can never reach | |
The mango on the mango-tree; | |
But fruits of pomegranate and peach | 15 |
Refresh the Church from over sea. | |
At mating time the hippo’s voice | |
Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd, | |
But every week we hear rejoice | |
The Church, at being one with God. | 20 |
The hippopotamus’s day | |
Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; | |
God works in a mysterious way— | |
The Church can sleep and feed at once. | |
I saw the ’potamus take wing | 25 |
Ascending from the damp savannas, | |
And quiring angels round him sing | |
The praise of God, in loud hosannas. | |
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean | |
And him shall heavenly arms enfold, | 30 |
Among the saints he shall be seen | |
Performing on a harp of gold. | |
He shall be washed as white as snow, | |
By all the martyr’d virgins kist, | |
While the True Church remains below | 35 |
Wrapt in the old miasmal mist. |
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