They hung their little lamps on the walls, and with their hammers and chisels they hewed away at the great blocks.

Months and years passed; then one day there was a grand dedication, and there in the glorious sunshine all the secret, obscure work of those years was seen in its final beauty, amid the joy of a nation.

If the men who had wrought in the quarries were present that day, what a joy it must have been to them to think of their work in preparing the great stones for their place in the magnificent building! Here is a parable.

This world is the quarry.

We are toiling away in the darkness.