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Still Though the One I Sing

by Walt Whitman, 1892

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!)

Published in Leaves of Grass
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