...of Heaven" personifies the call not just with a voice but with feet of persistent, steady pursuit.4 I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled...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,...

...becoming a Perfect Human Being, is denied to none of us — unless we choose to deny it ourselves. I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled...down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him. . . [But in the end God said:] "Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest, I am...

...Massachusetts, for answering my questions about small planes. Thanks for your patient answers, Pete! I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled...down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears. — "The Hound of Heaven" (FRANCIS THOMPSON, 1859-1907) 1 . t was days like this, when...

...flight, which Gene recited to Dorothy from memory. / fled Him, down the nights and down the days; 1 fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind. Once, more because he seemed to think it was expected of him than because he desired her, Gene halfheartedly...

...Hound of Heaven: I flee him, down the nights and days; I flee him, down the arches of years; I flee him, down the labyrinthine ways of my own mind and in the midst of tears. I come to a steep cliff (Newman turns to Butch Cassidy). I stand high, quarry's edged, a non-swimmer...

...It's a story, not an argument; a plot, not a textbook. I fled Him, down the nights and days; I tied Him, down the arches of the years; I fled him, down...tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistacd hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chastened fears, From those string...

...Thompson has written "The Hound of Heaven," which describes how God's Spirit pursues you to change you. I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled...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,...

...had been so often lately was that no one knew who he was. " Ibid., pp. 523-24. 26 Hounded by Heaven I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled...down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him. . Wilde's loneliness and poverty during his wilderness years were exemplified...

...of a soul's continual avoidance of God, even as God gently, relentlessly pursues the soul with love: I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled...down the Labyrinthine ways of my own mind; and in the mists of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter up visited hopes, I sped. . . . Even drunk,...

...practice but it has sought me, just as I have not sought the Divine, but the Divine has sought me. I tied him down the nights and down the days; I fled him down the arches of the years; I tied him, down the labyrinthian ways Of my own mind: and in the mist of tears I hid from him, and under...