THE WINDS OF FATE

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 them the way to go.

Like the winds of the sea are the winds of fate
As we voyage along through life;
   'Tis the set of the soul
   That decides its goal
And not the calm or the strife.

World Voices. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York : Hearst's International Library Company, 1916.


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