One ship sails east and another sails west, By the very same wind that blows;

It's the set of a sail and not the gale, Which determines the way a ship goes.

Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate, As we sail along through life;

It's the set of a soul that determines its goal, Not human stress and strife.

If the ship of your soul is out on life's sea, Tossed by the storms and distressed; Set your sail for the harbor, wherever you be, And drop anchor in the Haven of Rest.