“Time! Time! Time! why ponder o’er thy glass,
And count the dull sands as they pass?” &c.
It was touchingly sung, but had too much of gloom and despondency for
the theatre: possibly it may have reminded some of its hearers of their
own delinquency.
With what solemnity has our great Dramatic Bard foreshadowed Time’s
waning:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.