I know two women, and one is chaste br And cold as the snows on a winters waste, br Stainless ever I act and thought br (As a man, born dumb, in speech errs not) . br But she has malice toward her kind, br A cruel tongue and a jealous mind. br Void of pity and full of greed, br She judges the world by her narrow creed; br A brewer of quarrels, a breeder of hate, br Yet she holds the key to ‘Society’s’ Gate. br br The other woman, with heart of flame, br Went mad for a love that marred her name: br And out of the grave of her murdered faith br She rose like a soul that has passed through death. br Her aims are noble, her pity so broad, br It covers the world like the mercy of God. br A soother of discord, a healer of woes, br Peace follows her footsteps wherever she goes. br The worthier life of the two, no doubt, br And yet ‘Society’ locks her out.