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! fIGiThGWztJ1zrt8Qh0bzNrt3w78a3FlDOYFYigBDQVcygodfTDtMvGemjopBZ4e