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++ Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
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+ 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 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 wind-swept 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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+ + - John Gillespie Magee, Jr + +