Then towerd the palace, then in awful state, The temple reard its everlasting gate, No workmans steel, no ponderous axes rung: Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung. Heber.Palestine, Page 45, ed. 1812.
No man saw the building of the New Jerusalem, the workmen crowded together, the unfinished walls and unpaved streets; no man heard the clink of trowel and pickaxe; it descended out of heaven from God. Anonymous.Ecce Homo, Page 310.