Poatis JIue—Reason, 
WO 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 Eliott 
JHYME-pOURAGE. 
Lewis Morris. 
