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 !!!