Question

I lay in sorrow, deep distressed; 3 4
My grief a proud man heard; yon
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His looks were cold, he gave me gold,
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But not a kindly word​

Answer 1

Answer:

I lay in sorrow,deep distressed:my grief proud man heard; His looks were cold,he gave me gold But not 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,gold is grey,but greater far I heavenly sympathy.