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High Flight
Oh, I have
slipped the surly bonds of earth,
and danced the skies on laughter silvered wings.
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds
- and done a hundred things you have not dreamed of.....
Wheeled and
soared and swing, high in the sunlit silence.
Hov'ring
there, I've chased the shouting wind along,
and flying my eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, UP, the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
where never lark or even eagle flew.
And, while
with silent, lifting mind I've trod
the high un-trespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand
and touched the face of GOD.
John Gillespie
Magee, Jr.
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