Question

My sorrow passed I paid him back the gold he gave to me,
Then he stood erect and spokeny thanks and blessed his charity.
lay in wait and grief, and pain A poor man passed my way. Hop bound my
head, he gave me bread;
He watched my 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. One day the poet was in
a) Trouble
b) Need of money
d) Need of friend
d) Depression.
2. The proud rich man offered the poet
a) Sympathy
b) Money
c) Bread
d) Tea
3. The poet was in a fix because
a) He didn't know how to pay back to the rich proud man
b) He didn't know the poor man who served him so much
c) He wanted to give money to the poor man but he had no money
d) He didn't know how to pay back to the poor man's service to him.​

Answer 1

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