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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.