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One ship sails east, another west,
with the selfsame winds they blow.
'Tis the set of the sail, and not the gale,
which determines the way they go.
As the winds of the sea are the ways of fate;
As we travel along through life,
'Tis the set of the soul that determines the goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
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