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! MohDalYcxszY02qLPCU87wjrMmwi15ckeF3HiZtNIfKbAlhPa5BEbjAR0i3/rNFz