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How We Go
One ship drives east and another west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales
That determines the way we go.
Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate,
As we voyage along through life:
Tis the set of a soul
That decides its goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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