Tis the set of the sail
Ella wheeler Wilcox 1916
But and every mind there openth, away, and away, 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 and fro.
But every man there openth, a high
and a low, and every mind decideth, the way his 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 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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