TO MY FRIEND R. A. STREATFIELD

       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 —
     All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.

The Hound of Heaven.

16 HALLAM STREET, October 11, 1911.