‘Tis the set of the sail
Ella wheeler Wilcox 1916
But
to ever 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 a low,
And
every mind decideth,
The
way his soul shall go.
One
ship sails east,
And
others 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.