One ship drives east and another drives west
With the self-same winds that blow.
This the set of the sails
And not the gales
Which tell 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.
(Emma Wheeler Wilcox)
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