Space and years—unspoken years.
A RINGING SONG.
The following gem is from an old play of Shakspeare’s time, called The True Trojans:—
The sky is glad that stars above
Do give a brighter splendor;
The stars unfold their flaming gold,
To make the ground more tender:
The ground doth send a fragrant smell,
That air may be the sweeter;
The air doth charm the swelling seas