Return to the shores of Gitche Gumee and sing the Song of Hiawatha Out of childhood into manhoodNow had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all the lore of old men, In all youthful sports and pastimes, In all manly arts and labors.Swift of foot was Hiawatha;He could shoot an arrow from him, And run forward with such fleetness, That the arrow fell behind him!Strong of arm was Hiawatha;He could shoot ten arrows upward, Shoot them with such strength and swiftness, That the tenth had left the bow-stringEre the first to earth had fallen!--Longfe