Here you will find the Poem Two Women of poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I know two women, and one is chaste And cold as the snows on a winters waste, Stainless ever I 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.