Tis the set of the sail 
But every mind there openth
a way. and a way and away a high soul climbs the highway
and the low soul gropes the low
and in between on misty flats
the rest drift to and fro.
but to every man the openeth
a high way and a low
and every mind decided
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 gates
that tells the way we go
like the winds of the sea
are the wave of time
as we journey along through life
tis the set of the soul
that determines the goals
and not the clam or the strife