<h2><SPAN name="poem35"></SPAN>THOUGHT-MAGNETS</h2>
<p class="poetry">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</p>
<p class="poetry">’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.</p>
<p class="poetry">Thought is a magnet; and the longed-for
pleasure,<br/>
Or boon, or aim, or object, is the steel;<br/>
And its attainment hangs but on the measure<br/>
Of what thy soul can feel.</p>
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