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! i7qRchv6RUtrnTPvO8VXhuXo4S4gqFut98eL5xRAxL0mNXQ6DMOwnakG3reuCC5T
