(Magee, Jr.DenverHenryHoldridge)

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and danced the sky on laughter silvered wings.

Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth

of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things.

I've wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence.

Hovering there I've chased the shouting winds aloft

and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.

The higher we fly, the farther we go, the closer we are to each other.

The darker the night, the brighter the star, in peace go my sisters and brothers.



Up, up, the long delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.

Where never lark nor even eagle flew and while with silent lifting mind I trod

the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God.

The higher we fly, the farther we go, the closer we are to each other.

The darker the night, the brighter the star, in peace go my sisters and brothers.