text_original: 46 ALL HAD BEEN WELL. " Oh ! love, my love — but there was the loss — All had been well, had we but held hands ; The hill to climb, and the sea to cross. And the strange wild life in the strange new lands. "All had been well — we had laughed at the toil, At the faults and mishaps that the morrow would mend, Met the smooth with the rough, whilst the light was enough. Then slept on together when all was at end."
text_transcription: ALL HAD BEEN WELL O LOVE MY LOVE BUT THERE WAS THE LOSS ALL HAD BEEN WELL HAD WE BUT HELD HANDS THE HILL TO CLIMB AND THE SEA TO CROSS AND THE STRANGE WILD LIFE IN THE STRANGE NEW LANDS ALL HAD BEEN WELL WE HAD LAUGHED AT THE TOIL AT THE FAULTS AND MISHAPS THAT THE MORROW WOULD MEND MET THE SMOOTH WITH THE ROUGH WHILST THE LIGHT WAS ENOUGH THEN SLEPT ON TOGETHER WHEN ALL WAS AT END
phonemes: fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɪks ˈɔːl hɐdbɪn wˈɛl. " ˈoʊ ! lˈʌv, maɪ lˈʌv — bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə lˈɔs — ˈɔːl hɐdbɪn wˈɛl, hæd wiː bˌʌt hˈɛld hˈændz ; ðə hˈɪl tə klˈaɪm, ænd ðə sˈiː tə kɹˈɔs. ænd ðə stɹˈeɪndʒ wˈaɪld lˈaɪf ɪnðə stɹˈeɪndʒ nˈuː lˈændz. "ˈɔːl hɐdbɪn wˈɛl — wiː hæd lˈæft æt ðə tˈɔɪl, æt ðə fˈɔlts ænd mˈɪshæps ðætðə mˈɑːɹoʊ wʊd mˈɛnd, mˈɛt ðə smˈuːð wɪððə ɹˈʌf, wˌaɪlst ðə lˈaɪt wʌz ɪnˈʌf. ðˈɛn slˈɛpt ˌɔn təɡˌɛðɚ wɛn ˈɔːl wʌz æɾ ˈɛnd."