Tis the set of the sail

Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1916

But to every mind there openeth,

A way, and a way, and away.

A high soul to gropes the low,

The rest drifts to and fro

But to every man there openeth,

A high way and 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 the sail

And not the gale,

That tells the way we go.

Like the wind of the sea

Are the waves of time,

As we journey along through life,

Tis the set of the soul,

That determined the goal,

And not the calm or the strife.