Sympathy 9th UP Board.

Sympathy 9th UP Board.

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.
How shall I pay him back again
For all, he did to me?





Oh, gold is great but greater far
Is heavenly sympathy.
The gold he gave me;
Then stood erect and spoke my thanks,
And blessed him 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.