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! f1jkW/snmJR4Rcbtq4y33Y9AiEVGbL7pbyvQnqFJncy3DP4wj9YYaQTCTxUOdJre