(This poem was written by Mrs. Wilcox on the steamer Richard Peck between New Haven and New York, following her husband’s observation that one ship went west and another east, in the same wind.)
THE WINDS OF FATE
One ship drives east and another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
‘Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales
Which tell us the way to go.
Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate,
As we voyage along through life:
‘Tis the set of a soul
That decides the goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX