"Let me seem to be an angel until I become one; do not take my white dress from me. I am hastening away from this fair earth to that long home. There I shall rest awhile, then my eyes will open, renewed; then I shall leave behind this pure raiment, the girdle and the garland. And those heavenly forms, they make no question of man or woman; and no clothes, no folds, trammel the transfigured body. True, I have lived without trouble and care; but I felt deep pain enough. I grew old with grief before my time; now let me be made forever young."