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“The Hippopotamus” by T. S. Eliot 🇺🇸🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 (26 Sep 1888 – 4 Jan 1965)
Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos ut
mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum ut Jesum
Christum existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros
autem ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem
Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de
quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
S. IGNATII AD TRALLIANOS.
And when this epistle is read among you cause
that it be read also in the church of the
Laodiceans.
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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.
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Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail
Susceptible to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.
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The hippo’s feeble steps may err
In compassing material ends
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.
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The ’potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of pomegranate and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
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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.
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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.
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I saw the ’potamus take wing
Ascending from the damp savannas
And quiring angels round him sing
The praise of God in loud hosannas.
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Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold
Among the saints he shall be seen
Performing on a harp of gold.
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He shall be washed as white as snow
By all the martyr’d virgins kiss
While the True Church remains below
Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.