of
its
waves,
that
it
finds
itself
flowing
calmly
and
pleasantly
along
the
sand,
it
forgets
its
former
trouble,
and
never
imagines
there
will
be
a
return
of
it
:
it
sees
that
it
has
acquired
fresh
purity,
and
does
not
fear
that
it
will
again
become
soiled
;
for
here
it
is
not
stagnant,
but
flows
as
gently
and
brightly
as
possible.
Ah,
poor
torrent
!
You
think
you
have
found
your
resting-place,
and
are
firmly
established
in
it
!
You
begin
to
delight
in
your
waters.
The
swans
glide
upon
them,
and
rejoice
in
their
beauty.
But
what
is
your
surprise
while,
as
you
are
flowing
along
so
happily,
you
suddenly
encounter
a
steeper
slope,
longer
and
more
dangerous
than
the
first
!
Then
the
torrent
recommences
its
tumult.
Formerly
it
was
only
a
moderate
noise
;
now
it
is
insupportable.
It
descends
with
a
crash
and
a
roar
greater
than
ever.
It
can
hardly
be
said
to
have
a
bed,
for
it
falls
from
rock
to
rock,
and
dashes
down
without
order
or
reason
;
it
alarms
every
one
by
its
noise
;
all
fear
to
approach
it.
Ah,
poor
torrent
!
what
will
you
do
?
You
drag
away
in
your
fury
all
that
comes
in
your
way;
you
feel-
nothing
but
the
declivity
down
which
you
are
