The Finest Age Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FGFGDHD IJIJFKFK LALACJC| When he was only nine months old | A |
| And plump and round and pink of cheek | B |
| A joy to tickle and to hold | A |
| Before he'd even learned to speak | B |
| His gentle mother used to say | C |
| 'It is too bad that he must grow | D |
| If I could only have my way | C |
| His baby ways we'd always know ' | E |
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| And then the year was turned and he | F |
| Began to toddle round the floor | G |
| And name the things that he could see | F |
| And soil the dresses that he wore | G |
| Then many a night she whispered low | D |
| 'Our baby now is such a joy | H |
| I hate to think that he must grow | D |
| To be a wild and heedless boy ' | - |
| - | |
| But on he went and sweeter grew | I |
| And then his mother I recall | J |
| Wished she could keep him always two | I |
| For that's the finest age of all | J |
| She thought the selfsame thing at three | F |
| And now that he is four she sighs | K |
| To think he cannot always be | F |
| The youngster with the laughing eyes | K |
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| Oh little boy my wish is not | L |
| Always to keep you four years old | A |
| Each night I stand beside your cot | L |
| And think of what the years may hold | A |
| And looking down on you I pray | C |
| That when we've lost our baby small | J |
| The mother of our man will say | C |
| 'This is the finest age of all ' | - |
Edgar Albert Guest
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