But to every mind there openeth, <br />A way, and way, and away, <br />A high soul climbs the highway, <br />And the low soul gropes the low, <br />And in between on the misty flats, <br />The rest drift to and fro. <br /> <br />But to every man there openeth, <br />A high way and a low, <br />And every mind decideth, <br />The way his soul shall go. <br /> <br />One ship sails East, <br />And another West, <br />By the self-same winds that blow, <br />'Tis the set of the sails <br />And not the gales, <br />That tells the way we go. <br /> <br />Like the winds of the sea <br />Are the waves of time, <br />As we journey along through life, <br />'Tis the set of the soul, <br />That determines the goal, <br />And not the calm or the strife.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tis-the-set-of-the-sail-or-one-ship-sails-east/
