Read the poem carefully I lay in sorrow deep distressed my grief a proud man heard, his looks were cold , he gave me gold. but not a kind word. My sorrow passed I paid him back the gold he gave to me . The stood erect and spoke my thanks and blessed his charity. I lay in want and grief , amd pain a poor man passed my way he bound my heard, he gave me bread, He watch me night and day, How shall i psy him back again fir all he did to me? Oh, gold is great but greater far is heavenly sympathy.
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