There is a Flower That Bloometh.


From Wallace's popular Opera of Maritana.

Performed by: Kathleen Lowry (vocals) and Tara Dirst (piano). Recording engineer: Matt Dotson.

There is a flower that bloometh
When autumn leaves are shed,
With the silent moon it weepeth,
The spring and summer fled.


The early frost of winter,
Scarce its brow hath overcast,
Oh, pluck it ere it wither,
'Tis memory of the past.

It wafteth perfume o'er us,
Which few can e'er forget,
Of the brightest scenes before us,
Of sweet though sad regret.
Let no heart brave its power,
By guilty thoughts o'ercast,
For then a poisoned flower,
Is the memory of the past.