SYMPATHY

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, and 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!

1. Complete the given sentences: (4)

A. One day the poet was in ________.

B. The proud rich man offered the poet _______.

C. The poet realised at last that _____________________ than gold.

D. The poor man gave the poet ________.​