Hi friends,
This is a poem that I studied at school, and I like very much :
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, and grief, and pain,
A poor man passed my way,
He bound my heard, 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.
Author : Anonymous
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