Adopted Daughter Of Mrs. William Tracy, Died At New York, In 1860, Aged 17. O Young And Beautiful, Thy Step Was Light With Fairy Grace, And Well The Music Of Thy Voice Accorded With Thy Face, And Blent With Those Attractive Charms How Fair It Was To See Thy Tenderness For Her Who Fill'D A Mother'S Place To Thee. Yet All The Pure And Holy Ties Thus Round Thy Being Wove, They Are Not Lost, They Are Not Dead, They Have A Life Above. What Though The Sleepless Care Of Love Might Not Avail To Save, And Sorrow With Her Dropping Tear Keeps Vigil O'Er Thy Grave, Faith Hath A Rainbow For The Cloud, A Solace For The Pain, A Promise From The Book Divine To Rise, Nor Part Again.