tis the set of the sail

'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 everyman there openeth,
a high way and a low,
and every mind decideth,
the way his soul shall go.
one shipsails east, 
and another west,
by the self-same winds that blow,
tis the set of the 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 determine the goal,
and not the calm or the strife