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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