text_original: I30 THY PRIDE IS GREAT. '^ Oh ! child, thy pride is great, and yet I stand and say no more — . Thy breast against the world's edge set  Oh ! it shall hurt thee sore. ** And hast thou measured all the loss, — The pain, that waits for thee, Canst bear, till life's far end, the cross. That falls to day on thee
text_transcription: PRIDE IS GREAT O CHILD THY PRIDE IS GREAT AND YET I STAND AND SAY NO MORE THY BREAST AGAINST THE WORLD'S EDGE SET O IT SHALL HURT THEE SORE AND HAST THOU MEASURED ALL THE LOSS THE PAIN THAT WAITS FOR THEE CANST BEAR TILL LIFE'S FAR END THE CROSS THAT FALLS TO DAY ON THEE
phonemes: aɪ θˈɜːɾi ðˌaɪ pɹˈaɪd ɪz ɡɹˈeɪt. ˈoʊ ! tʃˈaɪld, ðˌaɪ pɹˈaɪd ɪz ɡɹˈeɪt, ænd jˈɛt aɪ stˈænd ænd sˈeɪ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ — . ðˌaɪ bɹˈɛst ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɜːldz ˈɛdʒ sˈɛt ˈoʊ ! ɪt ʃˌæl hˈɜːt ðiː sˈɔːɹ. ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk ænd hˈeɪst ðˈaʊ mˈɛʒɚd ˈɔːl ðə lˈɔs, — ðə pˈeɪn, ðæt wˈeɪts fɔːɹ ðˈiː, kˈænst bˈɛɹ, tˈɪl lˈaɪfz fˈɑːɹ ˈɛnd, ðə kɹˈɔs. ðæt fˈɔːlz tə dˈeɪ ˌɔn ðˈiː