by R. T. Spence
In a far distant clime I have left a sweet rose
Language: English
In a far distant clime I have left a sweet rose, A blossom unfolding its exquisite ray, More lovely than morning it timidly glows, And fairer its blush than the rich bloom of May. I fear that another, enamored, may view it, May steal it away from its fond parent stem; That, in absence, some fortunate lover may woo it, And I sigh when I think of the beautiful gem. To the shade where the flowret is destined to flourish, On the wing of affection I'll hastily fly; For what is there sweeter than fondly to nourish What is dear to the heart, what is fair to the eye. O leave not thy bower, sweet rose, till I come! Hope whispers thy blooms I again shall survey; My bosom, believe me, was formed for thy home; O leave not thy bower, till it bears thee away.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by James Hewitt (1770 - 1827), "In a far distant clime I have left a sweet rose" [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2011-10-07
Line count: 16
Word count: 146