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IS listening soul hears no echo of battle, No pæan of triumph nor welcome of fame; But down through the years comes a little one's prattle, And softly he murmurs her idolized name. And it seems as if now at his heart she were clinging As she clung in those dear, distant years to his knee; He sees her fair face, and he hears her sweet singing— And Nellie is coming from over the sea.

While each patriot's hope stays the fulness of sorrow, While our eyes are bedimmed and our voices are low, He dreams of the daughter who comes with the morrow Like an angel come back from the dear long ago. Ah, what to him now is a nation's emotion, And what for our love or our grief careth he? A swift-speeding ship is a-sail on the ocean, And Nellie is coming from over the sea!