To the Editor:
Too late we pray with hearts bereft
That our God had for us you left,
To play on fields where glory flees
Chestnut crown bending in the breeze.
But He has beckoned you to come,
Consort with saints beyond the sun.
Once more may you walk on the Green
Touching us; yet by no one seen.
Should you choose in God's arms to stay,
Then with your parents let us pray:
"Guard good Matthew as he sleeps,
Pray provide him perfect peace."
