His building at the last will be more beautiful than if he had been permitted to toil on through many busy years, carrying out his own plans.

He is fulfilling God's purpose for his life.
We must not measure spiritual building by earthly standards.

Where the heart remains loyal and true to Christ; where the cross of suffering is taken up cheerfully and borne sweetly; where the spirit is obedient though the hands lie folded and the feet must be still, the temple rises continually toward finished beauty.
Or here is one who dies in early youth.

There was great promise in the beautiful life.

Affection had reared for it a noble fabric of hope.
Perhaps the beauty had begun to shine out in the face, and the hands had begun to show their skill.