LO, now, my guest, if aught amiss were said, <br />Forgive it and dismiss it from your head. <br />For me, for you, for all, to close the date, <br />Pass now the ev'ning sponge across the slate; <br />And to that spirit of forgiveness keep <br />Which is the parent and the child of sleep.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lo-now-my-guest/
