With each strong thought, with every earnest longing br For aught thou deemest needful to thy soul, br Invisible vast forces are set thronging br Between thee and that goal. br br ‘Tis only when some hidden weakness alters br And changes thy desire, or makes it less, br That this mysterious army ever falters br Or stops short of success. br br Thought is a magnet; and the longed-for pleasure br Or boon, or aim, or object, is the steel; br And is attainment hangs but on the measure br Of what thy soul can feel.