Harry The First Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCDEFGHIJHJBK LFMFBK FNBBBOFF OPQRG FFQLBFQFLSTUFGVUPFPF WFFF UBMQFTF XRLMLCOGG MOCOFFF YUZA2BXUB2B2LC2| In his arm chair warmly cushioned | A |
| In the quiet earned by labor | B |
| Life's reposeful Indian summer | B |
| Grandpa sits and lets the paper | B |
| Lie upon his knee unheeded | C |
| Shine his cheeks like winter apples | D |
| Gleams his smile like autumn sunshine | E |
| As he looks on little Harry | F |
| First born of the house of Graham | G |
| Bravely cutting teeth in silence | H |
| Cutting teeth with looks heroic | I |
| Some deep thought seems moving Grandpa | J |
| Ponders he awhile in silence | H |
| Then he turns and says to Grandma | J |
| Nancy do you think that ever | B |
| There was such a child before | K |
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| Grandma with prim precision | L |
| The seam stitch impaleth deftly | F |
| On her sharp and glittering needle | M |
| Then she turns and answers calmly | F |
| With a deep assurance Never | B |
| Was there such a child before | K |
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| Papa thinks so but in manly | F |
| Dignity controls his feelings | N |
| More than half a year a father | B |
| He must show a cool composure | B |
| He must stately be if ever | B |
| But his dark eyes plainly tell it | O |
| Tell it as he sayeth proudly | F |
| Papa's man is little Harry | F |
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| Mamma maybe does not speak it | O |
| But she prints the thought on velvet | P |
| Rosy hued with fondest kisses | Q |
| When the pink soft page is lying | R |
| Folded closely to her bosom | G |
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| A little farther goes his auntie | F |
| Aged fourteen age of fancy | F |
| She looks down the future ages | Q |
| With her wise prophetic vision | L |
| Sees the babies pass before her | B |
| Babies of the twentieth century | F |
| All the long and dusty ages | Q |
| To the thousand years of glory | F |
| Oh the host of bright eyed children | L |
| Thronging like the stars at midnight | S |
| Faces sweet and countless as the | T |
| Rose leaves of a thousand summers | U |
| All the pretty heads so curly | F |
| That shall hold a riper wisdom | G |
| Than our youthful planet dreams of | V |
| All the ranks of dimple shoulders | U |
| That shall move Time's rolling chariot | P |
| Nearer to the golden city | F |
| Vieweth these the blue eyed prophet | P |
| Still the oracle says calmly | F |
| Speaks the seer with golden tresses | W |
| No there never was nor will be | F |
| Such a child as our Harry | F |
| Such a noble boy as Harry | F |
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| Summer brings a wealth of flowers | U |
| Flowers of every form and color | B |
| Orange crimson royal purple | M |
| All along the mountain passes | Q |
| All along the pleasant valley | F |
| Low the emerald branches bendeth | T |
| With their weight of summer glory | F |
| - | |
| But they do not waken in us | X |
| Half the tender blissful feeling | R |
| Half the pure and sweet emotion | L |
| As the first spring flower in April | M |
| With its lashes tinged with crimson | L |
| Partly raised from eyes half timid | C |
| Fearful that the snow will drown it | O |
| How we love the dainty blossom | G |
| How we wear it in our bosom | G |
| - | |
| Just so with the tree ancestral | M |
| Many flowers may blossom on it | O |
| But the first wee bud that's grafted | C |
| To its heart ah how we love it | O |
| Others may be loved as fondly | F |
| But they are not loved so proudly | F |
| Loved so blindly so entirely | F |
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| Yes when first the heart's door opens | Y |
| To the touch of baby fingers | U |
| Quick the dimpled feet will bear them | Z |
| To the dearest place and warmest | A2 |
| Plenty room enough for other | B |
| Buds of beauty buds of promise | X |
| In the heart's capacious chambers | U |
| But the first is firmly settled | B2 |
| Little Harry's firmly settled | B2 |
| In the centre of affection | L |
| Later ones must settle round him | C2 |
Marietta Holley
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