Neil Snow Poem by Edgar Albert Guest

The whistle sounds! The game is o'er!
We pay our tribute now with tears
Instead of smiling eyes and cheers.
Neil Snow has crossed the line once more.

Life's scrimmage ends! A manly soul
Now passes bravely through the night,
Undaunted still and Spotless White.
Neil Snow has made another goal.

The crowds depart. The setting sun
Blazes his pathway to the west.
The stamp of valor's on his breast.
Neil Snow the Master's M has won.