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! NXg03RZ2OkqmOCRKLTwRAgHKvVkCUo9zAmM+1HHMf9Ch5Qlgo8A1OtCv1Vz/qMiG
