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! rdB1Gc/6laWl/thKR4IyVtJKwKNDcp1lSxLyoZ38c5hS6mbzOFXYx0HUFlfjyADp
