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Nor am I now ashamed of the confession. The helm is broken, and on every side The reeling vessel splits. The riven planks, Bursting asunder, yawn beneath my feet! Thus with my outstretched arms I cling to thee! So doth the shipwrecked mariner at last Cling to the rock whereon his vessel struck.