Tis the set of the sail

Ella wheeler Wilcox 1916

But to every mind there openeth

Away and away and way

A high soul climbs the high way

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 anther west

By the selfsame wind that blow

Tis the set of the sail

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