A Vanished Joy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEECC FFGGHH IIDDCC

When I was but a little lad of six and seven and eightA
One joy I knew that has been lost in customs up to dateA
Then Saturday was baking day and Mother used to makeB
The while I stood about and watched the Sunday pies and cakeB
And I was there to have fulfilled a small boy's fondest wishC
The glorious privilege of youth to scrape the frosting dishC
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On Saturdays I never left to wander far awayD
I hovered near the kitchen door on Mother's baking dayD
The fragrant smell of cooking seemed to hold me in its gripE
And naught cared I for other sports while there were sweets to sipE
I little cared that all my chums had sought the brook to fishC
I chose to wait that moment glad when I could scrape the dishC
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Full many a slice of apple I have lifted from a pieF
Before the upper crust went on escaping Mother's eyeF
Full many a time my fingers small in artfulness have strayedG
Into some sweet temptation rare which Mother's hands had madeG
But eager eyed and watery mouthed I craved the greater boonH
When Mother let me clean the dish and lick the frosting spoonH
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The baking days of old are gone our children cannot knowI
The glorious joys that childhood owned and loved so long agoI
New customs change the lives of all and in their heartless wayD
They've robbed us of the glad event once known as baking dayD
The stores provide our every need yet many a time I wishC
Our kids could know that bygone thrill and scrape the frosting dishC

Edgar Albert Guest



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