Oh I have slipped the sacred bonds of Government and now rest in the surge tide of rebounded Glory this plague we never us knew. I have danced with laughter, sobbed and surged toward the sky of unlit boundaries- wheeled and soared and been swung about with reckless joy. I‘ve chased the sunlit wings along chasms of glory footloose amid Halls of spleandor burning bright with heights of grace where never a hawk or dove flew. Hovering there with silent lifting thought I pondered the fate of all who traversed this poor sacred soil and put out a reaching hand to those who have touched the face of God.