by 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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Last updated May 02, 2015
Still, though the One I Sing.
Last updated May 02, 2015