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His listening soul hears no echo of battle, / No pean 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.