Journal of Dr GFW

Once more behold the day approach with all the beauty this season can afford. I delight to gaze on the regular increase of light, how beautiful when the east is of a crimson, how magestic the sun, as he is observed through the leafless branches of the distant trees. How soon doe sthe temperature arise as he advances, and all nature appears to rejoice, and as he approaches all begin to move. I saw H. this morning, appears dejected; I fear all is not right. I related my ideas and for the first time saw with sorrow the briny tear steal from the orb of vision. Home, sweet home, dwells incessant in my mind.