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Two angels guide The path of man, both aged and yet young, As angels are, ripening through endless years. On one he leans: some call her Memory, And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet With deep mysterious accords. The other, Floating above, holds down a lamp, which streams A light divine and searching on the earth, Compelling eyes and footsteps. Memory yields, Yet clings with loving cheek, and shines anew, Reflecting all the rays of that bright lamp Our angel Reason holds. We had not walked But for Tradition. We walk evermore To higher paths by brightening Reason's lamp.

George Eliot

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