A popular song from 1855.
Words and music by M. W. Balfe.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
A rose gaz’d from her bower green
Upon the summer light
And never had creation seen
A flow’r so fair and bright
A flow’r so fair and bright
Her modest form so soft so meek
With morning radiance dyed
Beam’d like the lovely blushing cheek
Of some young village bride
The blushing cheek of some young bride
But soon a storm, dark o’er the vale
Its mountain fury shed
And shrouded in the twilight pale
The lonely rose lay dead
The lonely rose lay dead
And so it is a gentle mind
Sinks under sorrow’s dart
The storm may pass
But leaves behind too oft a blighted heart
To oft, too oft a blighted heart
Sung here by Vancha March: