Beautiful Little Treasures { Beautiful Little Treasures BEAUTIFUL BABY HANDS-William James Kirkpatrick Beautiful Little Treasures } Beautiful little treasures, They were my heart's delight; Hands like the springtime blossoms, Daintiest pink and white, Chubby, and warm, and dimpled; Oh, could I feel them now! Softly my cheek caressing, Patting my aching brow. Chorus Dear little hands! Precious hands! Beautiful baby hands! I shall clasp them to my heart again! Those beautiful baby hands. Trying to grasp the sunbeams Straying about the floor, Gleefully pulling daisies Growing around the door, Tossing with grace unstudied; Oh, could I only see Sweet little hands extended, Eager to come to me! One day the laughing sunbeams, Bringing the morning's gold, Saw their fair playmates lying Snowy, and still, and cold. Oh, they have found the sunshine, Dear, blessed baby hands! I, thro' the dark, catch glimpses, Knowing God understands.