How to Live a Holy Life by Charles Ebert Orr
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But one way blows the wind.
An old sea-captain made reply (His locks with salt-spray wet): "'Tis not the wind decides the course; 'Tis way the sails are set." * * * * * I stand beside the sea of life; The ships go sailing by; The winds blow fair from heaven's land; No clouds bedim the sky. But one sails eastward, one sails west, One north, one southward goes: How can ships sail this way and that With selfsame wind that blows? A voice made answer to my soul: "'Tis not how blows the gale; Each voyager decides the goal By way he sets the sail."--Selected. How to Live a Holy Life |
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