Tis the set of the sail

Ella wheeler Wilcox 1916

But every mind there openth,

A way, and a way, and way.

A high soul climbs the highway,

And the low soul gropes the low,

The rest drift to and fro.

Bit to every man there ppenth,

A high way 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 sails

And not the gales,

That tells the way we go.

Like winds of the sea

Are the waves of time,

As we journey  along through life,

‘Tis the set of the soul,

That deterrmens the goals

And not the calm or the strife.