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Nor wealth, nor rank on Albert smil'd;
 He knew no father's fostering care,
A widow'd mother rear'd the child,
 Deep in the wilds of Provence fair.

But far from his romantic home
 He sought Italia's blissful strand,
For Albert long'd the world to roam,
 To visit every distant land.

"O he had wander'd far and wide
 Through vales, where Arno's waters flow,
"Seen the bright dames, Iberia's pride,
 "And Grecian nymphs with necks of snow;

"But not in Tempe's classic shade
 "Had he so sweet a valley seen;
"Nor e'er beheld so fair a maid,
 As she who tripp'd o'er Mitford green."