text_original: 45 MORE THAN THE REST. A MILE or two ami a mile away, And there, old sea, thou art ; And with each new day I walk to the bay, To gladden and quicken my heart. Oh ! great world soul with thy mighty tides, Thou art more than all the rest, With thy soft child's play and thy tender way. And the passion deep in thy breast.
text_transcription: MORE THAN THE REST A MILE OR TWO AND A MILE AWAY AND THERE OLD SEA THOU ART AND WITH EACH NEW DAY I WALKED THE BAY TO GLADDEN AND QUICKEN MY HEART O GREAT WORLD SOUL WITH THY MIGHTY TIDES THOU ART MORE THAN ALL THE REST WITH THY SOFT CHILD'S PLAY AND THY TENDER WAY AND THE PASSION DEEP IN THY BREAST
phonemes: fˈɔːɹɾi fˈaɪv mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ðə ɹˈɛst. ɐ mˈaɪl ɔːɹ tˈuː ˈɑːmi ɐ mˈaɪl ɐwˈeɪ, ænd ðˈɛɹ, ˈoʊld sˈiː, ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt ; ænd wɪð ˈiːtʃ nˈuː dˈeɪ aɪ wˈɔːk tə ðə bˈeɪ, tə ɡlˈædən ænd kwˈɪkən maɪ hˈɑːɹt. ˈoʊ ! ɡɹˈeɪt wˈɜːld sˈoʊl wɪð ðˌaɪ mˈaɪɾi tˈaɪdz, ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ˈɔːl ðə ɹˈɛst, wɪð ðˌaɪ sˈɔft tʃˈaɪldz plˈeɪ ænd ðˌaɪ tˈɛndɚ wˈeɪ. ænd ðə pˈæʃən dˈiːp ɪn ðˌaɪ bɹˈɛst.