text_original: Along the path of a useful life Will heart's ease ever bloom; The busy mind has no time to think Of sorrow, or care, or gloom; And anxious thoughts may be swept away As we busily wield a broom.
text_transcription: ALONG THE PATH OF A USEFUL LIFE WILL HEART'S EASE EVER BLOOM THE BUSY MIND HAS NO TIME TO THINK OF SORROW OR CARE OR GLOOM AND ANXIOUS THOUGHTS MAY BE SWEPT AWAY AS WE BUSILY WIELD A BROOM
phonemes: ɐlˈɔŋ ðə pˈæθ əvə jˈuːsfəl lˈaɪf wɪl hˈɑːɹts ˈiːz ˈɛvɚ blˈuːm; ðə bˈɪzi mˈaɪnd hɐz nˈoʊ tˈaɪm tə θˈɪŋk ʌv sˈɑːɹoʊ, ɔːɹ kˈɛɹ, ɔːɹ ɡlˈuːm; ænd ˈæŋʃəs θˈɔːts mˈeɪ biː swˈɛpt ɐwˈeɪ æz wiː bˈɪzᵻli wˈiːld ɐ bɹˈuːm.