It is cut into boards, and built into a beautiful cottage, where human hearts find their happy nest.

Or it is used in making a great organ which leads the worship of a congregation.

The losing of its life was the saving of it.

It died that it might become deeply, truly useful.
The plates, cups, dishes, and vases which we use in our homes and on our tables, once lay as common clay in the earth, quiet and restful, but in no way doing good, serving man.

Then came men with picks, and the clay was rudely torn out and plunged into a mortar and beaten and ground in a mill, then pressed, and then put into a furnace, and burned and burned, at last coming forth in beauty, and beginning its history of usefulness.