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 dirft and fro.
But to every man there openeth, a high way and low, and every mind decideth, the way his
soul shall go.
One ship sails east, and the other west, by the self-same
winds that blow,
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