Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth….  Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue  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 high untrespassed sanctity of space,  - Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth….
 Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
 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 high untrespassed sanctity of space,
 - Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

John Gillespie Magee, Jr.