I Know Two Women, And One Is Chaste And Cold As The Snows On A Winter Waste, Stainless Ever In Act And Thought (As A Man, Born Dumb, In Speech Errs Not). But She Has Malice Toward Her Kind, A Cruel Tongue And A Jealous Mind. Void Of Pity And Full Of Greed, She Judges The World By Her Narrow Creed; A Brewer Of Quarrels, A Breeder Of Hate, Yet She Holds The Key To "Society'S" Gate. The Other Woman, With Heart Of Flame, Went Mad For A Love That Marred Her Name: And Out Of The Grave Of Her Murdered Faith She Rose Like A Soul That Has Passed Through Death. Her Aims Are Noble, Her Pity So Broad, It Covers The World Like The Mercy Of God. A Soother Of Discord, A Healer Of Woes, Peace Follows Her Footsteps Wherever She Goes. The Worthier Life Of The Two, No Doubt, And Yet "Society" Locks Her Out.