Two Women

She stands where a thousand candles
Broadcast their yellow rays,
Where laugh and song ring all night long
And music sweeps and sways,
A woman pure and peerless as
The diamonds in her hair,
Her regal footsteps never pass
But heroes worship there,
For queen of all 'mid song and light,
She's conquered every heart to-night.

Alone with the night, a woman
Watches a setting star,
Her heaving breast, her lips compressed
Bespeak a soul at war,
In pure and peerless womanhood
She threw her world away,
And suffered for another's good
Self sacrifice to-day,
The victor in a noble fight,
She's queen of but herself to-night.
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