THE DIFFERENCE
One ship drives east, and another west
With the self-same winds that blow;
‘Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales,
That decides the way we go./Like the winds of the sea are the
ways of fate,
As they voyage along through life;
‘Tis the will of the soul
That decides its goal,
and not the calm or the strife. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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