text_original: The next day the sun rose on a smiling world, the polished reaches of the river golden mirrors reflecting the forest's green. And we were astir with the light, preparing for our journey into the unknown country.
text_transcription: THE NEXT DAY THE SUN ROSE ON A SMILING WORLD THE POLISHED REACHES OF THE RIVER GOLDEN MIRRORS REFLECTING THE FOREST GREEN AND WE WERE ASTIR WITH THE LIGHT PREPARING FOR OUR JOURNEY INTO THE UNKNOWN COUNTRY
phonemes: ðə nˈɛkst dˈeɪ ðə sˈʌn ɹˈoʊz ˌɔn ɐ smˈaɪlɪŋ wˈɜːld, ðə pˈɑːlɪʃt ɹˈiːtʃᵻz ʌvðə ɹˈɪvɚ ɡˈoʊldən mˈɪɹɚz ɹᵻflˈɛktɪŋ ðə fˈɔːɹɪsts ɡɹˈiːn. ænd wiː wɜːɹ ɐstˈɜː wɪððə lˈaɪt, pɹɪpˈɛɹɪŋ fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ dʒˈɜːni ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ʌnnˈoʊn kˈʌntɹi.