Memorials of a Happy Time: The Perplexity

And therefore when I look into my heart,
And see how full it is of mighty schemes,
Some that shall ripen, some be ever dreams,
And yet, though dreams, shall act a real part, —
When I behold of what and how great things
I am the cause, — how quick the living springs
That vibrate in me, and how far they go, —
Thought doth but seem another name for fear;
And I would fain sit still, and never rise
To meddle with myself, God feels so near.
And all the time He moveth, calm and slow
And unperplexed, though naked to His eyes,
A thousand thousand spirits pictured are,
Kenned through the shroud that wraps the Heaven
of heaven afar!