Still, Though The One I Sing

Walt Whitman

   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!)

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