Woodman, Spare that Tree!

In honor of April 24th, Arbor Day

Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I'll protect it now.
'Twas my forefather's hand
That placed it near his cot:
There, woodman, let it stand;
Thy ax 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, forebear thy stroke;
Cutr not its earth bound ties:
O, 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 they branches bend.
Old tree, the storm still brave!
And, woodman, leave the spot:
While I've a hand to save,
Thy ax shall harm it not.

~ G.P. Morris