‘Tis the Set of the Sail
Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1916
But to every mind there openeth,
A way, and a way, and away,
A high soul climbs the highway,
And the low soul gropes the low,
And in between on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man, there openeth,
A high way and low,
And every mind decideth,
The way his soul shall go.
One ships sails East,
And another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
‘Tis the set of the sails,
And not the
gales,
That tells the
way we go.
Like the winds of
the sea
Are the waves of
time,
As we journey
along through life,
‘Tis the set of
the soul,
That determines
the goal,
And not the calm
or the strife.
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