Author Sir Edwin Arnold Going abroad, he saw one day a hound was beaten sore; Whereat his heart grew pitiful: ‘Now beat the hound no more! Give o'er thy cruel blows,’ he cried; ‘a man's soul verily Is lodged in that same crouching beast—I know him by the cry.’ Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments