From the bleak northern blast may my Cot be completely Secur’d by a neighbouring hill, And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly, By the sound of a murmuring rill: And while peace and plenty I find at my board, With a heart free from sickness and sorrow, With my Friends I will share what to-day may afford, And let them spread the Table To-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this frail cov’ring, Which I’ve worn for Threescore Years and Ten, On the brink of the grave I’ll not seek to keep hov’ring, Nor my thread wish to spin o’er again; But my face in the glass I’ll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow; And this old worn-out stuff which is threadbare to-day, May become everlasting To-morrow!” Stubbs wished to supplement this with “Riding down to Bangor,” but was firmly suppressed, and Wiggie was called in to keep him in order and supply his share of the entertainment. “It’s fearful cheek to ask you!” Lancaster apologised, “but they don’t know what a big favour it is, and they’ll like it no end. You might just give us something to send us home happy, if you’re not afraid of your voice.” “I’ll sing with pleasure!” Wiggie said contentedly, standing up beside Lancaster’s chair with the same childlike detachment that he showed on a public platform. He did not begin at once, though, because he found the last song very difficult to follow, but after a moment or two he gave them “The Song of Good Heart” in a half-whisper sweet as mountain church-bells, more as if he were thinking it than singing it. “Give, dear O Lord, Fine weather in its day, Plenty on the board, And a Good Heart all the way. Kind soil for the share, Kind sun for the ley, Fair crop and to spare, And a Good Heart all the way. Good Hand with the stock, Good Help and Hope aye, Christ-blessing on the flock, And a good Heart all the way. Gold-yellow on the com, Green-yellow on the hay, A whistle in the morn, And a Good Heart all the way. Good Heart in the field, And the Home-Heart gay. Ay! Heaven yield A Good Heart all the way! A last prayer in the night That God ’ild the day. Bide still and die light, With a Good Heart all the way.”