Question

I lay in sorrow, in 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, 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

1. How did the proud man help the poet when he was 'in deep distress'

1 point

(a) He gave him jewels

(b) He took him home

(c) He gave some money

(d) He pitied the poe​

Answer 1

Answer:

he gave him gold / jewels