how blank yet so alive

what hath she? no love is greater than Thine, she hath nth but all, all that never lasts, oh her hearth is grieved! Thou art the beginning and the end, and the only One. she hath her mind cease, but her spirit soars, to the ocean and to the sky, oh so high! she couldst ride on clouds of joy and sing of Thy love.. what a marvelous sight.. she give thanks to Thee.