‘Tis the Set of the Sail
Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1916
A way, and a way, and away.
A high soul climbs the highway,
And the low soul gropes the lows,
And in between on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there
openeth,
A high way and a low,
And every mind decideth,
The way his souls shall go.
A high way and a low,
And every mind decideth,
The way his souls 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 to 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.
And another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
‘Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales,
that tells the way to 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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