WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE! - George Phillips Morris Poems


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Woodman, spare that tree!
   Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
   And I'll protect it now.
'T was my forefather's hand
   That placed it near his cot;
There, woodman, let it stand,
   Thy axe shall harm it not.

That old familiar tree,
   Whose glory and renown
Are spread o'er land and sea --
   And wouldst thou hew it down?
Woodman, forbear thy stroke!
   Cut not its earth-bound ties;
Oh, spare that aged oak,
   Now towering to the skies!

When but an idle boy,
   I sought its grateful shade;
In all their gushing joy
   Here, too, my sisters played.
My mother kissed me here;
   My father pressed my hand --
Forgive this foolish tear,
   But let that old oak stand.

My heart-strings round thee cling,
   Close as thy bark, old friend!
Here shall the wild-bird sing,
   And still thy branches bend.
Old tree! the storm still brave!
   And, woodman, leave the spot;
While I've a hand to save,
   Thy axe shall harm it not.