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Cell, poor little cell, / Distended with pain, / Torn with the pressure / Of currents of effort / Resisted in vain; / Feeling sweep by you / The stream of nutrition, / Unable to take; / Crushed flat and inactive, / While shudder across you / Great forces that wake; / Alone-while far voices / Across all the shouting / Call you to your own; / Held fast, fastened close, / Surrounded, enveloped, / How you starve there alone! / Cell, poor little cell, / Let the pain pass-don't hold it! / Let the effort pass through you! / Let go! And give way! / You will find your own place; / You will join your own people; / See the light of your day!