Returned Korean Chaplin Speaks

In youth I stood tiptoe upon a dream

And reached to touch the brightest crystal star;

Then years away I still could see its gleam,

A silver shaft to rift the clouds of war.

The black-cowled horesmen bringing tragic death

Could not dispel its glow. With inner sight,

I eased a wounded comrade's tortured breath--

My Star became a benison of LIGHT.

Where birds of steel were screaming, wings outspread,

And swords were stained with crimson to the hilt,

I heard a Heavenly chorus, angel-led

And mustered out a soul his dream rebuilt.

O eager youth, stand tall upon your dreams

That you may build them by the Starlight's gleams.