She Is a Lovely Lady

She is a lovely lady,
  And God to her has given
More gold than all his hillsides,
    More blue than all his heaven.

Nor wing from out the Northland,
    Nor wing from out the south
Was ever curved more sweetly
   Than the kiss that is her mouth.

God loved the little rabbit,
  And made him soft and sleek,
But oh! the downy lashes
  He laid upon her cheek!