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Mark Major
While on my last sail I found a poem recited by an acquaintance; he wasn't sure of his accuracy, and didn't recall the author. Any help with both would be appreciated. Here it is:One ship driven East, the other West,With the self same winds that blow.'Tis the set of the sail, and not the gale,That determines the direction they go.Like the winds at sea, or the ways of fateas we journey through this life'Tis the set of the soul that determines the goal, And not the storm or strife!