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fearful hurry! VERSES ON MY GOING AWAY. I. My fellow-servants dear, attend To these few lines, which I have penn'd: I'm sure they're from your honest friend, And wisher-well, poor PAMELA. II. I, from a state of low degree, Was plac'd in this good family: Too high a fate for humble me, The helpless, hopeless PAMELA. III. Yet though my happy lot was so, Joyful, I homeward from it go, No less content, when poor and low, Than here you find your PAMELA. IV. For what indeed is happiness, But conscience innocence and peace? And that's a treasure I possess; Thank Heaven that gave it PAMELA. V. My future lot I cannot know But this I'm sure, where'er I go, Whate'er I am, whate'er I do, I'll be the grateful PAMELA. VI. No sad regrets my heart annoy, I'll pray for all your peace and joy, From master high, to scullion boy, For all your loves to PAMELA. VII. One thing or two I've more to say; God's holy will, be sure, obey; And for our master always pray, As ever shall poor PAMELA. VIII. For, oh! we pity should the great, Instead of envying their estate; Temptations always on 'em wait, Exempt from which are such as we. IX. Their riches, gay deceitful snares, Enlarge their fears, increase their cares Their servants' joy surpasses theirs; At least so judges PAMELA. X. Your parents and relations love Let them your duty ever prove; And you'll be bless'd by Heav'n above, As will, I hope, poor PAMELA. XI. For if asham'd I e'er could be Of my dear parents' low degree, What lot had been too mean for me, Unbless'd, unvirtuous PAMELA. XII. Thrice happy may you ever be, Each one in his and her degree; And, sirs, whene'er you think of me, Pray for content to PAMELA. XIII. Pray for her wish'd content and peace; And rest assur'd she'll never cease, To pray for all your joys increase, While life is lent to PAMELA. XIV. On God all future good depends: Serve him. And so my sonnet ends, With, thank ye, thank ye, honest friends, For all your loves to PAMELA, Here it is necessary the reader should know, that the fair Pamela's trials were not yet over; but the worst were to come, at a tim
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