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 McKay.

What does the first stanza tell us about the poet?

Highlight the correct answer choice.

1. The poet experienced an event which made him deeply sorrowful.
2. The poet wrote this poem when he was a proud man.
3. The poet wrote this poem when he was in need of money
4. The poet was friends with the proud man