THOUGHT-MAGNETSWith each strong thought, with every earnest longingFor aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,Invisible vast forces are set throngingBetween thee and that goal’Tis only when some hidden weakness altersAnd changes thy desire, or makes it less,That this mysterious army ever faltersOr 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 measureOf what thy soul can feel.
With each strong thought, with every earnest longingFor aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,Invisible vast forces are set throngingBetween thee and that goal
’Tis only when some hidden weakness altersAnd changes thy desire, or makes it less,That this mysterious army ever faltersOr 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 measureOf what thy soul can feel.