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.
SO LIVE, SO LOVE, SO USE THAT FRAGILE HOURSO live, so love, so use that fragile hour, That when the dark hand of the shining power Shall one from other, wife or husband, take, The poor survivor may not weep and wake.