Wisdom Buildeth Her House, Chapter 4

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌⁠They went out alone into the garden of the figs and pomegranates. The bright sun of early noon came down like a shower of gold. The doves made their faint thunder. The locust span his tiny wheel. From afar off, where the temple was a-building, came the clink of hammer on stone, the thud of ax on wood, the yo-hoing, the grunts, the curses of the workmen as they hoisted a beam into place.... And Sol