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"High Flight" by John Gillespie Magee
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| Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; | |
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| 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, | |
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| I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung my eager craft through footless falls of air... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace | |
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| Where never lark, nor eer 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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