Ti's the set of the sail
But to every mine there opened
A way and a way and away
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 opened
A high way and a low
And every mind decided
The way his soul shall go
one ship sails east and another west
by the self-same winds that blow,
tis the set of sails and not the gales that tells the way we go.
like the winds of the sea
are the waves of time as we journey along through life
tis the set of the soul
that determines the goal and not calm the strife.
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