Dear Little Hands.

Dear Little Hands.
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Dear little hands, I loved them EO,
And now they are lying under the snow:
Under the snow so cold and white
Icannot see them or touch them tonight.
They are quiet and still at last. Oh, me,
How busy and restless they used to be.
But now they can never reach up through the snow. little hands I loved them so.

Dear little hands. I miss them sо,
All through the day wherever I go.
All through the night how lonely it seems,
For no little hands wake me out of my dreams.
I miss them all through the weary hours.
I miss them as others miss sunshine and flowers.
Day time or night time, wherever I go,
Dear little hands. I miss them sO.

Dear little hands, they have gone from me now.
Never again will they rest on my brow,
Never again smooth my sorrowful face.
Never again clasp me in a child’s embrace;
And now my forehead grows wrinkled with care
Thinking of little hands once resting there.
But I know in a happler, heavenlier olime
Dear little hands, I will clasp you some time.

Dear little hands, when the Master shall call
I’ll welcome the summons that comes to us all.
When my feet touch the waters so dark and so cold.
And I catch my first glimpse of the City of Gold,
If I keep my eyes fixed on the heavenly gate.
Over the way where the white robed ones went.
Shall I know you, I wonder, among the bright bands?
Will you beckon me over, oh, dear little hands?