END OF DAY IN DOUBLE BAY & POEM "WINDS OF FATE"

 The Winds of Fate

One ship drives east and another drives west

With the self same winds that blow.

Tis the set of the sails

And not the gales

Which tells us the way to go.

Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate,

As we voyage along through the life:

Tis the set of a soul

That decides its goal,

And not the calm or the strife.

Poem 478 of 549 

by

Ella Wheeler Wilcox