by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth        
          And danced the skies on laughter-silvered        
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tum-       
bling mirth                                 
       Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred         
    You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared       
and swung                                
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
                  my eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue,            
I've topped the windswept heights with 
easy grace                                 
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.                 
    And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
              the high untresspassed sanctity of space,
        put out my hand, and touched
the face of God. 

AMC FORM 1641, SEP 94

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