text_original: *' The lines are crossed, — 't is hard to know, But this at least I see — Bright hopes shall kindle, strife shall flow, And hearts shall ache for thee ; " And sorrow for thyself and pain, — Oh ! duly shalt thou reap, — And rash bold acts with hurt and stain.
text_transcription: THE LINES ARE CROSS TIS HARD TO KNOW BUT THIS AT LEAST I SEE BRIGHT HOPE SHALL KINDLE STRIFE SHALL FLOW AND HEARTS SHALL ACHE FOR THEE AND SORROW FOR THYSELF AND PAIN O DULY SHALT THOU REAP AND RASH BOLD AXE WITH HURT AND STAIN
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ðə lˈaɪnz ɑːɹ kɹˈɔst, — tˈiː ɪz hˈɑːɹd tə nˈoʊ, bˌʌt ðɪs æt lˈiːst aɪ sˈiː — bɹˈaɪt hˈoʊps ʃˌæl kˈɪndəl, stɹˈaɪf ʃˌæl flˈoʊ, ænd hˈɑːɹts ʃˌæl ˈeɪk fɔːɹ ðˈiː ; " ænd sˈɑːɹoʊ fɔːɹ ðaɪsˈɛlf ænd pˈeɪn, — ˈoʊ ! djˈuːli ʃˌælt ðˈaʊ ɹˈiːp, — ænd ɹˈæʃ bˈoʊld ˈækts wɪð hˈɜːt ænd stˈeɪn.