The Hound of Heaven

THE HOUND OF HEAVEN
Francis Thompson

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 midst of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbèd pace...

"A man should never be ashamed to own that he has been in the wrong, which is but saying... that he is wiser today than yesterday." -- Jonathan Swift