text_original: 123 THE VERY SAME STILL. I KNOW that one day I shall meet him, When walking there under the hill ; I shall lift up my eyes and shall greet him, The same, and the very same still ; The brow by its truth that was moulded. The eyes with their kindly play. And the smile that was gently unfolded, Like the dawn of a summer day.
text_transcription: THE VERY SAME STILL I KNOW THAT ONE DAY I SHALL MEET HIM WHEN WALKING THERE UNDER THE HILL I SHALL LIFT UP MY EYES AND SHALL GREET HIM THE SAME AND THE VERY SAME STILL THE BROW BY ITS TRUTH THAT WAS MOULDED THE EYES WITH THEIR KINDLY PLAY AND THE SMILE THAT WAS GENTLY UNFOLDED LIKE THE DAWN OF A SUMMER DAY
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti θɹˈiː ðə vˈɛɹi sˈeɪm stˈɪl. aɪ nˈoʊ ðˈætwˌʌn dˈeɪ aɪʃˌɐl mˈiːt hˌɪm, wˌɛn wˈɔːkɪŋ ðɛɹ ˌʌndɚ ðə hˈɪl ; aɪʃˌɐl lˈɪft ˌʌp maɪ ˈaɪz ænd ʃˌæl ɡɹˈiːt hˌɪm, ðə sˈeɪm, ænd ðə vˈɛɹi sˈeɪm stˈɪl ; ðə bɹˈaʊ baɪ ɪts tɹˈuːθ ðæt wʌz mˈoʊldᵻd. ðɪ ˈaɪz wɪð ðɛɹ kˈaɪndli plˈeɪ. ænd ðə smˈaɪl ðæt wʌz dʒˈɛntli ʌnfˈoʊldᵻd, lˈaɪk ðə dˈɔːn əvə sˈʌmɚ dˈeɪ.