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 is attainment hangs but on the measure Of what thy soul can feel.
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Thank you for your comment! We become what we think. Have a great day! Ray