The perfume of the flowers and of the bay tree are wafted on high, like incense. The birds sing sweet songs of praise to their Creator. In the tops of the trees, the soughing of the wind is like the… — William Wendt Copy Share Image
I would dearly love to take up the brush again, but I realize that I am an old man and that I cannot set the world afire. — William Wendt Copy Share Image
The perfume of the flowers and of the bay tree are wafted on high, like incense. The birds sing sweet songs of praise to… — William Wendt Copy Share Image
The warm green of the grass, sprinkled with flowers of many hues, is a carpet whereon we walk with noiseless tread. — William Wendt Copy Share Image
I would dearly love to take up the brush again, but I realize that I am an old man and that I cannot set… — William Wendt Copy Share Image
