
NASA's Processes for Providing Personal Indentity Verification (Piv) Cards Were Not Completely Effective in Meeting Federal Requirements
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ISBN10: 1234144964
ISBN13: 9781234144968
Publisher: Books Llc
Pages: 40
Weight: 0.20
Height: 0.08 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781234144968
Publisher: Books Llc
Pages: 40
Weight: 0.20
Height: 0.08 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ...this writ shall clear; And speak of Him who gently led Her footsteps when the path was drear. No burden by His wisdom laid Upon me proved too great to bear; His love hath cheered the nights, and made The gloomy day seem almost fair. To Him alone is due the praise That these poor limbs my form sustain; When cruel tortures filled my days His love was balm to ease my pain. These lips declare in Christ s dear name---May angel hands record the vow-My life shall cause no blush of shame To mantle o er the purest brow I She kissed the scroll, ---its hallowed words caressing; The saintly thoughts her loving fingers bind; As one perchance in faith bestows a blessing In hour of death on loved ones left behind: Then long implored--amid the shadows kneeling-To see her children ere the spirit fled. ' The evening sunlight through the window stealing Gave sign that God would grant the plea she made.: The Lord now melt with a spark of love, By an angel sent from the courts above, His frozen heart as he slowly reads The dying wish that a captive pleads, That her failing sight may the loved ones greet Ere the form be wrapped in its winding-sheet. Ah, the tear--drops fall from the stony eyes At an angel s touch from the far-ofi skies! The night is drear on Laaland s isle; O er Denmark s bays the night is cold; Through rifting clouds with fitful smile The moon looks down on sea and wold. Good angels waft the soul aright, That quits the earth on such a night! The jailer s tread with a hollow sound Disturbs the gloom on his midnight round. The captive turns with an anxious eye As the heavy tr'amp of his feet draws nigh. She fondly hopes that he yet may bring Some glad response from her sovereign king. The...