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STILL THOUGH THE ONE I SING.
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!)
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |