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, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped; and shot, precipitated,
and down titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
from those strong feet that followed, followed after.
but with unhurrying chase, and unperturbèd pace,
deliberate speed, majestic instancy
and a voice beat more instant than the feet
"All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.”