One ship sails East,
Another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
'Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales,
That determines the way they go.

Like the winds of the sea
Are the waves of fate,
As we voyage along through life,
'Tis the set of the soul,
That determines the goal,
And not the calm or the strife.



Ella Wheeler Wilcox

1850 - 1919