Question

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.
1. why doesh the poes want to protect the tree​

Answer 1

Answer:

Because it was his forefathers and it sheltered him in his youth

Explanation:

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Answer 2

That old familiar tree,

That old familiar tree,⁠Whose glory and renown

That old familiar tree,⁠Whose glory and renownAre spread o'er land and sea—

That old familiar tree,⁠Whose glory and renownAre spread o'er land and sea—⁠And wouldst thou hew it down?

That old familiar tree,⁠Whose glory and renownAre spread o'er land and sea—⁠And wouldst thou hew it down?Woodman, forbear thy stroke!

That old familiar tree,⁠Whose glory and renownAre spread o'er land and sea—⁠And wouldst thou hew it down?Woodman, forbear thy stroke!⁠Cut not its earth-bound ties;

That old familiar tree,⁠Whose glory and renownAre 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 agèd oak

That old familiar tree,⁠Whose glory and renownAre 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 agèd oak⁠Now towering to the skies!

When but an idle boy,

When but an idle boy,⁠I sought its grateful shade;

When but an idle boy,⁠I sought its grateful shade;In all their gushing joy

When but an idle boy,⁠I sought its grateful shade;In all their gushing joy⁠Here, too, my sisters played.

When but an idle boy,⁠I sought its grateful shade;In all their gushing joy⁠Here, too, my sisters played.My mother kissed me here;

When but an idle boy,⁠I sought its grateful shade;In all their gushing joy⁠Here, too, my sisters played.My mother kissed me here;⁠My father pressed my hand—

When but an idle boy,⁠I sought its grateful shade;In all their gushing joy⁠Here, too, my sisters played.My mother kissed me here;⁠My father pressed my hand—Forgive this foolish tear,

When but an idle boy,⁠I sought its grateful shade;In all their gushing joy⁠Here, 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,

My heart-strings round thee cling,⁠Close as thy bark, old friend!

My heart-strings round thee cling,⁠Close as thy bark, old friend!Here shall the wild-bird sing,

My heart-strings round thee cling,⁠Close as thy bark, old friend!Here shall the wild-bird sing,⁠And still thy branches bend.

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!

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;

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,

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.