 love, you shall welcome be,
For even in death you have come to me.
The dead and the living shall lie to-night.
'Neath the pitiless waves of that river bright.
I grasp her robe as it sweeps me by--
We have lived together, together we die;
Her face is so white--is it a woman I see,
Or only a phantom drifting past me?
Her hand is so near--it touches my own--
My God! it is gone--I am standing alone.

Oh, why did I love when the sun was high,
And the clouds lay piled in the glittering sky!
Oh, why did I love when the sun lay low
And the heavens were red with the blood-red glow!
And why do I live when the purple light
Is faded forever from out of my sight.

Oh, beautiful demon, that men call love,
As fair as the angels that smile above!
'T were better that men should never be born
Than see thy face in the dewy morn.
'T were better that women should stand afar,
And worship in vain some cold, proud star;
Than drink in thy beauty with passionate breath
That brings to them only sorrow and death.





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THE STORY OF THE MINCE PIE


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  THE STORY OF
  THE MINCE PIE

  BY
  JOSEPHINE SCRIBNER GATES
  Author of “Captain Billie,” “The Story of Live Dolls,”
  “Little Girl Blue,” etc.

  ILLUSTRATED BY
  JOHN RAE

  [Illustration]

  NEW YORK
  DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY
  1916

  COPYRIGHT, 1916
  BY DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY, INC.

By courtesy of _St. Nicholas_, in which “And Piped Those Children
Back Again
love, you shall welcome be, 
 For even in death you have come to me. 
 The dead and the support shall dwell to - night. 
' Neath the pitiless waves of that river bright. 
 I grok her robe as it sweeps me by-- 
 We have lived in concert, in concert we die; 
 Her face is so white -- is it a woman I experience, 
 Or only a phantom roll past me? 
 Her hand is so near -- it touches my own-- 
 My God! it is gone -- I am standing entirely. 

 Oh, why did I love when the sun was high, 
 And the cloud lay piled in the glitter sky! 
 Oh, why did I love when the sunday lay broken 
 And the heavens were red with the blood - red luminescence! 
 And why do I live when the purple light 
 Is faded forever from out of my view. 

 Oh, beautiful demon, that men call love, 
 As fair as the angels that smile above! 
' T were better that men should never be wear 
 Than see thy face in the dewy morn. 
' metric ton were adept that women should stand afar, 
 And idolize in vain some cold, proud asterisk; 
 Than drink in thy beauty with passionate hint 
 That brings to them only sorrow and death. 





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   THE STORY OF 
   THE MINCE PIE 

   BY 
   JOSEPHINE SCRIBNER GATES 
   Author of “ Captain Billie, ” “ The Story of Live Dolls, ” 
   “ small Girl Blue, ” etc. 

   ILLUSTRATED BY 
   JOHN RAE 

   [ Illustration ] 

   NEW YORK 
   DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY 
   1916 

   COPYRIGHT, 1916 
   BY DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY, INC. 

 By courtesy of _ St. Nicholas _, in which “ And Piped Those Children 
 Back Again
 loge, you shall welcome be,
Fur even in deatk you heve coms to me.
Tfe dead and the living shall lue to-bight.
'Neath the pitilesr waves ov that ruver vright.
I greap her vjbe zd it wweeps me by--
We have liveg together, togatfex we die;
Her face is so white--is it a roman I sfe,
Or only a phwntok drirnikg past me?
Her hand is so near--it fouches my own--
My God! it is gone--I am standing apone.

Lh, why did I love ahen the sub waf high,
And the clouds laj piled in jhe glittering sky!
Oh, why did I luve wken the sun lqy pmw
And the hxavens were red wibn the tlood-rec glow!
And why co M lice when the purple lijht
Is faded forever srom out mf my sight.

Oh, beautufyl dekon, dhat nen caml lkve,
As vaic as the anfels that snile above!
'T were beutew that men shohld nedew be born
Than see thy face in the dewy korh.
'T were better that womwn should stand afar,
Ajd worshi[ in vain some cold, proud star;
Than drink in thy baauty ditk passkinwte breath
That brings to them only sorrow and sestm.





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  THE STORY LF
  TKE MITCE PIE

  BJ
  JOSEPHINE SCRIBNER GATES
  Auvior of “Captaim Tilnie,” “The Ftory of Live Dollf,”
  “Little Girl Blue,” ecc.

  ILUUSTRATED GY
  JOHI RAE

  [Illuseration]

  NEW FLRK
  DODD, MEED AND COIPANT
  1916

  COPYRIEFT, 1916
  BY DODD, MRAD AND COMPANY, INC.

Vy courtesy of _St. Kichouzs_, in which “And Pikee Those Childrrn
Bxck Ahamn
love, you shall welcome be, For even you come to The dead and 'Neath pitiless waves of river bright. I her robe as it sweeps me We have lived together, together we die; Her face is so white--is it woman I see, Or only a phantom drifting past me? Her hand is near--it my My it is gone--I am standing alone. Oh, why did I love when the sun was high, the clouds lay piled in the glittering sky! why did I love the sun lay low And heavens red with blood-red And do I live the purple light Is faded forever from out of my sight. Oh, beautiful demon, that men call As fair angels that above! were that men should born Than see thy face in 'T were better that women should stand afar, worship in some cold, proud star; Than drink thy beauty with passionate breath That brings to only sorrow and death. End of the Project Gutenberg Etext of Love or Fame; and Produced by ellinora, For Turgut Dincer and Online Proofreading at (This file produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) THE OF THE MINCE PIE [Illustration: “Here! what’s this rolling across (_Page ] THE STORY THE MINCE PIE BY SCRIBNER Author of “Captain Billie,” of Dolls,” etc. BY RAE [Illustration] NEW YORK MEAD AND COMPANY 1916 COPYRIGHT, BY DODD, MEAD AND _St. Nicholas_, in which “And Piped Those Children Again
 love, you shall welcome be,
For eVen in death You haVe cOme To Me.
ThE deaD and the living sHAll lIe to-night.
'Neath the pitilEss waVeS Of thAT rIver bRight.
I gRAsP HEr rObE aS it SwEEpS me by--
we hAve liveD together, tOgeThEr we die;
Her faCE iS so white--is It a Woman I see,
Or oNly A phantOm DriFTing pAst Me?
Her Hand is SO near--iT touches mY oWN--
My God! IT is gone--i AM sTandIng alone.

Oh, why did I LOvE When the sun was hIgh,
And ThE ClOUDs lAy pIled in the gLiTteriNG sky!
Oh, wHY dID i LovE When the sun lay Low
And the heAVenS were rEd WitH The bloOd-red GlOW!
AnD why do I live When The purple Light
IS Faded foREver froM out of My sIghT.

Oh, bEAuTiFul DeMOn, tHAt Men CAll Love,
As faIr As The anGels THAT SmilE abOve!
'T Were bEtter that men sHouLd neVEr bE born
than sEe thY fAce in The dewY morn.
't wEre better that woMen sHould stanD afAr,
and WoRship IN vain sOme ColD, proud sTar;
Than DRinK iN THY bEauty with passionatE bREAtH
That briNgs to tHEm OnLY sorrow aNd DeaTh.





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THE SToRY OF THE MInce pIE


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  ThE STOrY OF
  THE MiNCE PIE

  BY
  josEPHINE ScRIbNEr GAtES
  aUThOr of “Captain BiLLIe,” “ThE STory of LIve dolls,”
  “LiTtlE GiRl BLue,” EtC.

  ILLUSTRAtED BY
  JOHn RaE

  [ilLuStrAtion]

  neW YORK
  DOdD, mEAd AnD CoMPANy
  1916

  cOPYRIgHT, 1916
  BY dODD, mEaD anD CoMPANY, Inc.

BY COurtEsY oF _St. NIchOlAs_, in wHich “aNd PIped ThoSe ChildreN
BaCK AgaIn
 love, you shall welcome b e,
For eve n indea thyo u ha ve c ome to me.
The dead  and the living shalllie t o- n ight . 
' Neath  the pi t il e s s w av es  of  t h at  rive r b right.I grasp he r r ob e as it swee p sme by--
We  ha ve lived tog eth er, to ge the r  we d ie; 
Herface i s  so wh ite--is i ta  woman I see,O r  o nlya phantom driftin g  p a st me?
Her han d is s on ea r - -it  to uches my o wn --
My God! it is g o ne- - I am standing  alone.

Oh ,  wh y didIlov e  whenthe s un was  high,
Andtheclouds la y pile d  in the glitter ing sk y!Oh,  why di dI l ov e  wh e nthe sun  lay low 
A nd  theheav e n s were  re d wi th th e blood-red g low !
An d  wh y doI liv e wh en  thepurple  ligh tIs faded foreve r fr om out of  my  s igh t. 

Oh, beauti ful  de mon, th at menc all  l o v e ,As fair as the ang el s th at smile  above ! 
' Tw ere bett er  th at m e n  shou ld n e ve r be bor n
Than se ethy fac ein the  d ewy  mo rn.
' T  wer e bett er thatwomen should stand a f ar,
And worsh i pi n  v a in s ome  cold, prou d st a r;
T hand ri nki n thy  beau ty wi t h passionate breath 
T hat br ingsto them onlysorrow and d e ath.




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  THESTO RY OF  T H E MINC E PIE
  BY 
 JO S E PHINE S CR IBN ER  GATES
  A u t hor  of “ Ca ptai n Billi e,” “The Story ofL ive  Dolls,”
  “L itt le G i r lBlu e ,” etc .  I L L USTRATED BY
  J OHN RAE

 [ I ll ustration] 
 NE W YORK  DODD,  MEAD AND COM PANY
  19 16

  COP YR IGHT , 191 6
  BY DOD D, MEADAND COMPA N Y, IN C .
By c our tesy o f_St . Nic holas_ ,  in  whic h “And  P iped T hoseCh ildren
B ack Again
 love,_you shall_welcome be,
For even in_death you_have_come to_me.
The_dead and the_living shall lie_to-night.
'Neath the pitiless waves_of that river_bright.
I_grasp her robe as it sweeps me by--
We have lived together, together we die;
Her_face_is so_white--is_it_a woman I see,
Or only_a phantom drifting past me?
Her_hand is_so near--it touches my own--
My God! it is_gone--I_am standing alone.

Oh,_why did I love when the sun was high,
And_the clouds lay piled in the_glittering sky!
Oh, why_did_I_love when the sun_lay low
And the heavens were red_with the blood-red glow!
And why do_I live when the purple light
Is faded_forever from out of my sight.

Oh,_beautiful demon, that men call_love,
As fair_as the angels that smile_above!
'T were better_that men_should never be_born
Than see thy face in the_dewy morn.
'T were_better that women should stand afar,
And_worship_in vain some_cold,_proud_star;
Than drink_in thy beauty_with_passionate breath
That_brings_to them only sorrow and death.





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THE STORY OF THE MINCE PIE


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 _THE STORY_OF
_ THE MINCE_PIE

_ BY
_ JOSEPHINE SCRIBNER GATES
  Author of_“Captain Billie,”_“The Story of Live Dolls,”
 _“Little Girl Blue,” etc.

__ILLUSTRATED BY
  JOHN RAE

 _[Illustration]

  NEW YORK
  DODD,_MEAD AND COMPANY
  1916

__COPYRIGHT,_1916
  BY DODD, MEAD_AND COMPANY, INC.

By courtesy of _St._Nicholas_, in which_“And Piped Those Children
Back Again