I fled Him, down the night 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 unperturbed pace.
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat--and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet--
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Thank you, David