current is asleep, russet grove of scrub oak on winter hills, and the vivid 

 greens of willows in fresh leaf in early springtime, I will behold "them 

 all." They belong in God's Out-of-doors; and God is out there looking 

 his premises over. And if he will let me I will go with him. And as I 

 look his way to ask him if I may go, he looking my way, before I say a 

 word, says, "Come, let us go into my Out-of-doors;" and I am going 

 with HIM into God's Out-of-doors. 



WHERE WIND FLOWERS BLOOM 



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