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As jasmine blooms beneath my mother’s tread,
My heart doth rise, her scented path to wed.
As jasmine blooms beneath my mother’s tread,
My heart doth rise, by sacred incense led.

Yet her sweet scent, not as the world doth know,
But veiled in night, where mortal eyes ne’er go.
Yet her sweet scent, not as the world doth know,
But veiled in night, where mortal eyes ne’er go.