text_original: Isabelle has gold, and lands, Fate gave her a fair lot; Like the white lilies of the field Her soft hands toil not. I gaze upon her splendor Without an envious sigh; I have no wealth in lands and gold, And yet sweet peace have I.
text_transcription: ISABEL HAS GOLD AND LANDS FATE GAVE HER A FAIR LOT LIKE THE WHITE LILIES OF THE FIELD HER SOFT HANDS TOIL NOT I GAZE UPON HER SPLENDOR WITHOUT AN ENVIOUS SIGH I HAVE NO WEALTH IN LANDS AND GOLD AND YET SWEET PEACE HAVE I
phonemes: ˌɪseɪbˈɛl hɐz ɡˈoʊld, ænd lˈændz, fˈeɪt ɡˈeɪv hɜːɹ ɐ fˈɛɹ lˈɑːt; lˈaɪk ðə wˈaɪt lˈɪliz ʌvðə fˈiːld hɜː sˈɔft hˈændz tˈɔɪl nˈɑːt. aɪ ɡˈeɪz əpˌɑːn hɜː splˈɛndɚ wɪðˌaʊt ɐn ˈɛnviəs sˈaɪ; aɪ hæv nˈoʊ wˈɛlθ ɪn lˈændz ænd ɡˈoʊld, ænd jˈɛt swˈiːt pˈiːs hæv ˈaɪ.