‘Tis the Set of the Sail
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
And in between on the misty flats
But everyman there openth
A high way and a low
And every mind decidith
The way his souls shall go
One ship sails east,
And another 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.
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