‘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,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there
openeth,
A high way and a low,
And every mind decideth,
The way this soul shall
go.
One ship 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,
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