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Whose Faith Has Centre Everywhere, Nor Cares To Fix Itself To Form.
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Whose faith has centre everywhere,
Nor cares to fix itself to form.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- In Memoriam, xxxiii, Stanza 1
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