Adapted To A Spanish Melody. My Lady Hath As Soft A Hand As Any Queen In Fairy-Land; And, Hidden In Her Tiny Boot, As Dainty And As Light A Foot. Her Foot! Her Little Hand And Foot! No Star That Kindles In The Sky Burns Brighter Than My Lady'S Eye; And Ne'er Before Did Beauty Grace So Fair A Form, So Sweet A Face! Her Face! Her Gentle Form And Face! My Lady Hath A Golden Heart, Free From The Dross Of Worldly Art; Which, In The Sight Of Heaven Above, Is Mine With All Its Hoarded Love! Her Love! Her Boundless Wealth Of Love!