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What was the poem that President Reagan read at the memorial service for the Challenger astronauts?

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What was the poem that President Reagan read at the memorial service for the Challenger astronauts?

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The poem is called ” High Flight” it was written by John Gillespie Magee Jr., who was killed in the Battle of Britain at age 19. It reads: 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 Of 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 halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the windswept 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.

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A. The poem is called “High Flight.” It was written by John Gillespie Magee Jr., who was killed in the Battle of Britain at age 19. 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 Of 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 halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the windswept 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.

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