“Tis the Set of the Sail”
Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1916
But to every mind there openeth,
A way, and a way, and away.
A high soul Climbs the highway,
And the low soul gropes the low,
And in between on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.

But to every man there openeth,
A high way a low,
And every mind decideth, The way his soul shall go.

One ship sails East,
And another West, By the self-same winds that blow,
“Tis