150 HENRY HILL GOODELL 



And is there care in heaven? And is there love 

 In heavenly spirits to these creatures bace 

 That may compassion of their evilles move? 

 There is: else much more wretched were the cace 

 Of men then beasts. But O! th' exceeding grace 

 Of highest God that loves his creatures so, 

 And all his workes with mercy doth embrace, 

 That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, 

 To serve to wicked men, to serve his wicked foe. 



" How oft do they their silver bowers leave, 

 To come to succour us that succour want! 

 How oft do they with golden pineons cleave 

 The flitting skyes, like flying Pursuivant, 

 Against fowle feendes to ayd us militant! 

 They for us fight, they watch and dewly ward, 

 And their bright Squadrons round about us plant: 

 And all for love, and nothing for reward. 

 O! why should hevenly God to men have such regard?" 



A man who really feels what these lines express, — that 

 there is an eternal guardianship of the individual and his 

 highest interests by an infinitely wise and intelligent good- 

 ness; that the air of this world is filled with ministering 

 powers and helpful judgments, — has arrived at a very 

 high altitude of experience. Come what may, be it sun- 

 shine or storm, victory or apparent defeat, it is all the same 

 to him. Cheerfulness, hopefulness and courage will inspire 

 him to the work that is before him, and no stormy night, 

 however dark, can quench the genial light that emanates 

 from the thought of a living God in a living Humanity. 



Henry Hill Goodell did the work of a true man. He was 

 a brave soldier, an inspiring teacher, an able administra- 

 tor, an active citizen, and a dear good friend. Into all these 

 relations and duties he put a fine spirit of mingled cheerful- 

 ness, hopefulness and courage. The monuments he has 



