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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 to 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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