Tis the Set of the Sail

Ella Weeler Wilcox 1916

But to everymind there openeth,
A way, and a away.
A high soul climbs the highway,
And the low soul groupes the low,
And  inetween on the misty flats
The rest to drift to and fro.

But to every man there openth,
A highway  and a low way
And every mind decisded
The way his shall go

One ship east,
And another west,
By the self-same winds that blow,
Tis the set sail
And not the glales,
That tells the way we go.
Like the winds of the sea
Are like waves of time,
As we journy along through life.
Tis the set of the soul,
That determines the goals,
And not the calm or the strife.