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 way of fate,
As we voyage along through life:
�Tis the set of a soul
That decides its goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
�Ella Wheeler Wilcox
THE PRAYER PERFECT
Dear Lord! Kind Lord!
Gracious Lord! I pray
Thou wilt look on all I love,
Tenderly today!
Weed their hearts of weariness;
Scatter every care
Down a wake of angel-wings
Winnowing the air.
Bring unto the sorrowing
All release from pain;
Let the lips of laughter overflow again;
And with all the needy
O divide, I pray,
This vast measure of content
That is mine today!
�James Whitcomb Riley
