"Oft in the Stilly Night,"

a poem known to have been the favorite of Old Wyandots: 

 "Oft in the Stilly Night"

Oft in the stilly night,
E'er slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond mem'ry brings the light
Of other days around me:
The smiles and tears
of boyhood's years
The worlds of love then spoken
The eye that shone
Now dimmed and gone
The cheerful hear now broken.
When I remember all The friends
so link'd together
I've seen around me fall
Like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted
Whose lights are fled
Whose garlands dead
And all but he departed.
Thus oft in the stilly night."