Question

Sympathy
( Charles Mackay )
I 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 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 great. But greater far
Is heavenly sympathy! ​

Answer 1

Answer:

A word of sympathy is more precious than gold. gold can be paid back but there is no compensation for an word of real sympathy. human sympathy is priceless...