He put up his fingers to his eyelids and pulled them open.

But it was of no use.

He thought he saw a glimmer of pale rosy light far up the green hill, and ceased to know.
When he awoke, all the angels were starting up wide awake too.

He expected to see them lift their tools, but no, the time for play had come.

They looked happier than ever, and each began to sing where he stood.