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The Hound of Heaven

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;

I fled Him, down the arches of the years;

I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways

Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears

I hid from Him …

From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.

But with unhurrying chase,

And unperturbed pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,

They beat – and a Voice beat

More instant than the Feet …

That Voice is round me like a bursting sea …

‘Lo, and things fly thee, for thou fliest Me! …

‘Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,

Save Me, save only Me? …

‘Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,

I am He Whom thou seekest!’

Francis Thompson