Question

I lay in sorrow ,deep distress;

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, in 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 I Gold is great, but greater far

Is heavenly sympathy.

(I) Answer the following questions:

2x3=6



(a) How did the poor man take care of the poet?

(b) What was it that the proud man did not give the poet?

(c) How did the proud man help the poet when he was in deep distress?

(II) Write the rhyming word for the following:

1x2= 2

a) Way------- b) Pain---------​

Answer 1

Answer:

a) way - day , b) pain - again

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