'Tis the Set of the Sail

Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1916 

But ti every mind openenth,
a way, and away, and a way
a high soul climbs the highway,
 a low soul gropes the low,                                                
and inbetween on the misty flats
the rest to drift to and fro
but to every man there openeth
a high way and low way
and every mind decideth
the way his 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 wind of the sea
are the waves of time
as we journey along through life,
'tis the set of the souls,
that determines the goal
and not the calm or strife