Tis the Set of the Sail
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox But to every mind there openeth,A way, and way, and away,A high soul climbs the highway,And the low soul gropes the low,And in between on the misty flats,The rest drift to…
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox But to every mind there openeth,A way, and way, and away,A high soul climbs the highway,And the low soul gropes the low,And in between on the misty flats,The rest drift to…