I have sent the hounds of my soul Over distant hills. I have sent them searching for Thee, My Lord and my God. Forgive, forgive, If they bay at a distant moon! I have slipped their leash And, panting along behind, I hear their distant clamor -- Their chorused call. I have sent the hounds of my soul On an eager search, Tracking Thy scent Through the heavy, close-drawn night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |