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And this, meseems, does the catbird say, As the blossoms crowd i' the sun:-- "Up, up! and out! oh, out and away! Up, up! and out, each one! Sweethearts! sweethearts! oh, sweet, sweet, sweet! Come listen and hark to me! The Spring, the Spring, with her fragrant feet, Is passing this way!--Oh, hark to the beat Of her beelike heart!--Oh, sweet, sweet, sweet! Come! open your eyes and see! See, see, see!"