One ship drives east and another drives west
With the self same winds that blow.
'Tis the set of the sails,
And not the gales,
That tells us the way to go.
Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate;
As we voyage along through life,
'Tis the set of a soul
That decides its goal,
And not the calm, or the strife.
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Munsey's Magazine (February 1897): 554.
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