Yet she had a transfigured face, telling of a beautiful soul within.

Joy and peace shone out through that poor tortured body.

Disease may drag down the erect form, until all its beauty is gone, and the inner life meanwhile may be erect as an angel, with its eyes and aspirations turned upward toward God.
But there are crooked souls--souls that are bent down.

This may be the case even while the body is straight as an arrow.

There are men and women whose forms are admired for their erectness, their graceful proportions, their lithe movements, their lovely features, yet whose souls are debased, whose desires are grovelling, whose characters are sadly misshapen and deformed.
Sin always bends the soul.