One ship drives east and another west

With the self-same winds that blow.

‘Tis the set of the sails

and not the gales

which 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 strive.

Ella W. Wilcox 1855-19191