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You have seen a lily floating in the black, sullied waters of a foul bog in the country. All about it are foulness and impurity; but amid all the vileness the lily is pure as the white snowflakes that fall from the winter clouds. It floats on the surface of the stained waters, but never takes a stain. It ever holds up its pure face toward God’s blue sky, and pours it fragrance all about it, like the incense from the censer of a vestal priestess. So it is possible for a true woman to live in this sinful world, keeping her soul unsullied, and breathing out the fragrance of love.