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! 0mTNkhbL6Zfser99QPsjNIgD2NNhjEyxyaF9zYy6n0yWdyJt8dYNq4OgFbYbp8Vt