The Finest Age Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FGFGDHD IJIJFKFK LALACJC

When he was only nine months oldA
And plump and round and pink of cheekB
A joy to tickle and to holdA
Before he'd even learned to speakB
His gentle mother used to sayC
'It is too bad that he must growD
If I could only have my wayC
His baby ways we'd always know 'E
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And then the year was turned and heF
Began to toddle round the floorG
And name the things that he could seeF
And soil the dresses that he woreG
Then many a night she whispered lowD
'Our baby now is such a joyH
I hate to think that he must growD
To be a wild and heedless boy '-
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But on he went and sweeter grewI
And then his mother I recallJ
Wished she could keep him always twoI
For that's the finest age of allJ
She thought the selfsame thing at threeF
And now that he is four she sighsK
To think he cannot always beF
The youngster with the laughing eyesK
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Oh little boy my wish is notL
Always to keep you four years oldA
Each night I stand beside your cotL
And think of what the years may holdA
And looking down on you I prayC
That when we've lost our baby smallJ
The mother of our man will sayC
'This is the finest age of all '-

Edgar Albert Guest



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