The Quenchless quest of all the troubled years

The quenchless quest of all the troubled years
Is for the clean expression Fame inspheres.
Men seek life's painful secret to disclose
In forms that fit their fleeting joys and woes:
In Word, and Stone, in Colour, and in Song —
The paths of thought to object, that prolong
A little space the records of their part —
The paths that parallel, and men call art.
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