THOUGHT-MAGNETS

With each strong thought, with every earnest longing

For aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,

Invisible vast forces are set thronging

Between thee and that goal

‘ Tis only when some hidden weakness alters

And changes thy desire, or makes it less,

That this mysterious army ever falters

Or stops short of success.

Thought is a magnet; and the longed-for pleasure,

Or boon, or aim, or object, is the steel;

And its attainment hangs but on the measure

Of what thy soul can feel.