The Rose
Child of the summer charming rose,
No longer in confinement lie;
Arise to light; thy form disclose;
Rival the spangles of the sky.
The rains are gone the storms are o’er:
Winter retires to make thee way:
Come then, thou sweetly blushing flow’r
Come, lovely stranger, come away,
The sun is dressed in beaming smiles,
To give thy beauties to the day,
Young zephyrs wait, with gentlest gales,
To fan thy bosom as thy play.

Abraham R. Ellery. June 28.1787

Box 1 Folder 63-66
Phillips Family Papers
Phillips Academy Archives and Special Collections