'Tis the Set of the Sail -- or -- One Ship Sails East
Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1916
Yesterday's post referenced this poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, and quoted a line from it. I wanted to share the entire poem, as it is worth reading in its entirety.But to every mind there openeth,
A way, and 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 and 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 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 determines the goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
My dad introduced me to this poem many years ago. His father introduced it to him, by the way, and I'm looking forward to sharing it with my children when they get a little older. I love that it's being passed down through generations. My dad once gave me a framed quote from the poem which I still keep on my dresser to this day.
The message it contains has become one of my Splendid Truths, as Gretchen Rubin might say.
I hope it resonates with you too.