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. Hovering there,
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My craft through footless halls of air.
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 untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

"High Flight" John Magee, RCAF