High Flight

by: John Gillespie McGee, Jr.

I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skys 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 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 untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand,
And touched the face of God.

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