<h2><SPAN name="page5"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>TWO WOMEN</h2>
<p class="poetry">I know two women, and one is chaste<br/>
And cold as the snows on a winter waste,<br/>
Stainless ever in 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.</p>
<p class="poetry">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/>
<SPAN name="page6"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>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.</p>
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