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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 8. MUHAIMIN by EDWIN ARNOLD STANZA by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNET: CLEAVE THOU THE WAVES by MATHILDE BLIND |