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IN MEMORY |
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High Flight |
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by John Gillespie McGee Jr. |
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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. |
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Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling |
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mirth of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred |
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things you have not dreamed of - wheeled |
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and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence. |
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Hovr'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, |
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and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air. |
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Up, up, the long, delirious, burning blue, |
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I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace |
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where never lark, or even eagle flew. |
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And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod |
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the high untrespassed sanctity of space, |
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put out my hand, and touched the face of God. |
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