text_original: Not long a soul in sullen darkness gropes Before some light is lent it from on high; What folly to think happiness gone by! Let the hope set!
text_transcription: NOT LONG A SOUL IN SULLEN DARKNESS GROPES BEFORE SOME LIGHT IS LENT IT FROM ON HIGH WHAT FOLLY TO THINK HAPPINESS GONE BY LET THE HOPE SET
phonemes: nˌɑːt lˈɔŋ ɐ sˈoʊl ɪn sˈʌlən dˈɑːɹknəs ɡɹˈoʊps bᵻfˌɔːɹ sˌʌm lˈaɪt ɪz lˈɛnt ɪt fɹʌm ˌɔn hˈaɪ; wˌʌt fˈɑːli tə θˈɪŋk hˈæpɪnəs ɡɔn bˈaɪ! lˈɛt ðə hˈoʊp sˈɛt!