Beautiful Little Treasures BEAUTIFUL BABY HANDS—William James Kirkpatrick Beautiful Little Treasures 1 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. 2 Trying to grasp the sunbeams