Lo, Now, My Guest Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

Lo, Now, My Guest

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LO, now, my guest, if aught amiss were said,
Forgive it and dismiss it from your head.
For me, for you, for all, to close the date,
Pass now the ev'ning sponge across the slate;
And to that spirit of forgiveness keep
Which is the parent and the child of sleep.

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Edinburgh / Scotland
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