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 hurt it not.
Campaigners for the preservation of trees and forests have made considerable use of this famous plea. It was written in the mid 1800s.