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.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-women/
