Still Though the One I Sing

Still though the one I sing,

（One, yet of contradictions made,） I dedicate to Nationality,

I leave in him revolt, （O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless, indispensable fire! HFpJUBsmVgjJv94T2nkwiUTyjLg2pLkfl1qTQ74sb6pcXeUYkomEQ2k3IZPmONHd