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Hlay in sorrow deep distressed:
My grief a proud man heard,
His looks were cold, he gave me gold,
But not a kindly word.
My sorrow passed I paid him back
The gold he gave to me,
Then stood erect and spoke my thanks
And blessed his charity.
I lay in want and grief, and pain
A poor man passed my way
He bound my head, he gave me bread;
He watched me night and day:
How shall I pay him back again
For all he did to me?
Oh, gold is great, but greater far
Is heavenly sympathy.
- Charles Mackay
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1 what was the state of the poet when he got help?
2 describe the poet interaction with the proud man.
3 what did the poem and do for the poet?
why does the poet feel indebted to the poor man?​

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Hiii is this is a English subject question