Question

lay in sorrow, deep depressed…

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 me. 

Then stood erect and spoke my thanks

And blesses 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 great. But greater far 

Is heavenly sympathy!  what was the poet's condition?​

Answer 1

The poet is either depressed or in a grief