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! jknpN5isxEL1fb3gPKNqzp1DzISNXCwQDumQlfqRLqLRj//bnMpL/5BH0Ejo5BNK