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High Flight

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
Od 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 hills of air.
Up, the long delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew--
And, while the silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespasses sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God

composed by John Gillespie Magee, Jr
at 30,000 feet over England in 1941,
while serving with the Royal Canadian Air Force
Because of His great power, and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.  The same Creator who names the stars also knows the names of the seven souls we mourn today.
                            George W. Bush
                            February 1, 2003
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Columbia Flight 107 Tragedy
February 1, 2003