That’s jailed in arrogant liberty;
And freedom, spacious and unflawed,
Who is walled about with God.
THE HOUND OF HEAVEN
By 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 labrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.