Rightful Retribution [RIT]

A PILOTS PRAIR<br><br>Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth<br>And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.<br>Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth<br>Of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things<br>You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung<br>High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,<br>I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung<br>My eager craft through footless halls of air,<br>Up, up the long delirious burning blue.<br>I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace<br>Where never lark or even eagle flew;<br>And while with silent uplifting mind I've trod<br>The high untrespassed sanctity of space,<br>Put out my hand and touched the face of God!