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She Walked Through Fire
Pure, untouched, even as she came
She passed, unsullied and the same.
She walked through fire, a hungry flame
Leapt up to lick and lap her o'er,
Then backward flung its head in shame,
Nor crisped the letters of her name,
Along the glowing ashen floor.
Spotless amid a motley crew
She passed the fiery ordeal through
Unhurt, begirt as with a fence
Of innocence.
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