O’ sign! Can you see by the rose’s early blooming,
What so proudly we planted in the rich, fertile soil,
Whose broad leaves and bright stems through the shining skies,
O’er the thorns we sniffed, were so sweetly fragrant!
And the Roses’ red glare, the pollen bursting through the air,
Gave proof through the blossoming that the ASL Rose was still there;

O’ sign! does that shimmering scarlet rose yet flourish,
Over the land of the creative, and the home of daring?