And Every Mind Decideth, The Way His Soul Shall Go

'Tis the Set of the Sail by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1916

The Northern Neck of Virginia - Corrotoman River

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.

1 comment:

Patty said...

One of my favorite times of the year is to see how families are enjoying one another and their vacation times!!

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