"Tis the Set of The Sail

Elia Wheeler Wilcox 9116

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,

The rest drift to and fro.

But to every man there openeth,

A high way and low,

And every mind decideth,

The way this soul 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,