The New Hampshire Gazette

MISCELLANEOUS REPOSITORY
From the American Citizen

The following lines, on the anniversary of our Independence, written by the fair authoress, after candle light on the evening of the third, came too late for insertion on the fourth instant.

RETIRE ye ling'ring clouds of night,
Retire and bid the morn appear,
That morn so grateful to our sight,
Which ever claims proud rapture's tear.

Hail to the beam that made us free,
The day that gave us liberty,
Oft as returns the circling year,
To patriot bosoms still more dear.

They fly! the last dark floating cloud
Has fled—and lo! the orient ray;
No envious mists his glories shroud—
But rosy hours lead on the day.

Around his car wild fancy's eye,
Thro' blushing Ether may descry
Gay loves that bound with agile spring,
Or graceful wave the downy wing.

Come, too, ye soft and od'rous gales;
That o'er old Ocean's bosom stray,
Awhile desert the swelling sails,
Which erst ye fill'd in vagrant play:

Breathe your cool spirit o'er our plains,
And with new life inspire our veins,
Combine fair nature's ev'ry charm,
The sense to please, the heart to warm.

Hush'd on this day be mis'ry's sigh,
Care's gloomy brow be cheer'd the while,
Let dark remorse and anguish fly;
Ev'n wan despair shall wear a smile.

This day we dedicate to bliss,
To friendship, mirth and happiness;
Then be each care expell'd the breast,
And in the gen'ral joy be blest.

CLARA.