text_original: THE LAND OF CONTENT I set out for the Land of Content, By the gay crowded pleasure highway, With laughter, and jesting, I went With the mirth loving throng for a day; Then I knew I had wandered astray, For I met returned pilgrims, belated, Who said, "We are weary and sated, But we found not the Land of Content."
text_transcription: A RENEE DE SUSA I SET OUT FOR THE LAND OF CONTENT BY THE GAY CROWDED PLEASURE HIGHWAY WITH LAUGHTER AND JESTING I WENT FOR THE MIRTH LOVING THRONG FOR A DAY THEN I KNEW I HAD WANDERED ASTRAY FOR I MET RETURNED PILGRIMS BELATED WHO SAID WE ARE WEARY AND SATED BUT WE FOUND NOT THE LAND OF CONTENT
phonemes: ðə lˈænd ʌv kˈɑːntɛnt aɪ sˈɛt ˈaʊt fɚðə lˈænd ʌv kˈɑːntɛnt, baɪ ðə ɡˈeɪ kɹˈaʊdᵻd plˈɛʒɚ hˈaɪweɪ, wɪð lˈæftɚ, ænd dʒˈɛstɪŋ, aɪ wɛnt wɪððə mˈɜːθ lˈʌvɪŋ θɹˈɔŋ fɚɹə dˈeɪ; ðˈɛn aɪ nˈuː aɪ hæd wˈɔndɚd ɐstɹˈeɪ, fɔːɹ aɪ mˈɛt ɹᵻtˈɜːnd pˈɪlɡɹɪmz, bᵻlˈeɪɾᵻd, hˌuː sˈɛd, "wiː ɑːɹ wˈɪɹi ænd sˈeɪɾᵻd, bˌʌt wiː fˈaʊnd nˌɑːt ðə lˈænd ʌv kˈɑːntɛnt."