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! YeUZHf6Ewthtee2DDW3rm7fd27xJVLX5IdK5ud1Lhybx99qJsXORxB1A7G5aqUjd
