The Set of the Sails

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.