'tis the set of sails'
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 highway and a low,
and every mind decideeth,
the way his shall go.
one ship sails east,
and another west,
by the self-same winds that blow,
'tis the set of the sail,
and not the gails,
and the not calm or the strife
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