text_original: Where the busy push and jostle, And the idle stare and stroll, With their glances that can't mingle, And that only hurt the soul.
text_transcription: WHERE THE BUSY PUSH AND JOSTLE AND THE IDLE STARE AND STROLL WITH THEIR GLANCES THAT CAN'T MINGLE AND THAT ONLY HURT THE SOUL
phonemes: wˌɛɹ ðə bˈɪzi pˈʊʃ ænd dʒˈɑːsəl, ænd ðɪ ˈaɪdəl stˈɛɹ ænd stɹˈoʊl, wɪð ðɛɹ ɡlˈænsᵻz ðæt kˈænt mˈɪŋɡəl, ænd ðæt ˈoʊnli hˈɜːt ðə sˈoʊl.