Woodman, Spare That Tree!

WOODMAN,aspare singlethat boughtree! 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? DAISY'S SONG Woodman, forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh, spare that aged oak Now towering to the skies ! Whenbut 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 ax shall harm it not.