" Sympathy "
I lay in sorrow deep distressed;
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 , 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!
- Charles Mackay​

Q Read the poem and answer the following questions.
1. How did the proud man react to the poet's sorrow?
2. What did the poet do after his sorrow passed? Why? What kind of person is the poet?
3. How did the poor man treat the poet? 4. Explain the last two lines of the poem.​