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In memory of our fellow retirees
who have gone on before .......
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.
- John Gillespie Magee,
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