One ship drives east and
another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow.

"Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales
Which tell us the way to go.

Like the winds of the sea
and the ways 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.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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