Lo, now, my guest

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Title:     Lo, now, my guest
Author: Robert Louis Stevenson [More Titles by Stevenson]

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.

-THE END-
Robert Louis Stevenson's poem: Lo, now, my guest

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