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THE ROSE AND THE JASMINE The morn's fresh light still finds me on a throne

Where care is not, nor blissful pains that kill.

JASMINE

Sweet, sweet my breath, oh, sweet beyond compare!

ROSE

Rare, rare the splendors of my regal crown!

BOTH

Choose which thou wilt, bold lover, yet beware

Lest to a luckless choice thou bendest down! 173