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John Gillespie McGee, Jr. No. 412 Squadron, RCAF Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds
of earth
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 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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