 I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and danced the sky on laughter's silvered wings. Someward I've clawed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things you have not dreamed of. We used and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence. Covering there, I've chased the shouting wind along and flung my eager craft through footless halls away. Up, up the long delirious burning blue, I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace where never large nor even people flew. And while with silent, lifting mind, I've trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space. Put out my hand and touch the face of God.