text_original: Had we fixed it then beyond release, I might have lowered and coarsened your life, Have dimmed its glory and troubled its peace, As you walked with me in the ways of strife ; Or you might have braved the thing, and saved The lamp of soul that flickers and dies.
text_transcription: HAD WE FIXED IT THEN BEYOND RELEASE I MIGHT HAVE LOWERED AND COARSENED YOUR LIFE HAVE DIMMED ITS GLORY AND TROUBLED ITS PEACE AS YOU WALKED WITH ME IN THE WAYS OF STRIFE OR YOU MIGHT HAVE BRAVED THE THING AND SAVED THE LAMP OF SOUL THAT FLICKERS AND DIES
phonemes: hæd wiː fˈɪkst ɪt ðˈɛn bᵻjˌɔnd ɹᵻlˈiːs, aɪ mˌaɪthɐv lˈoʊɚd ænd kˈɔːɹsənd jʊɹ lˈaɪf, hæv dˈɪmd ɪts ɡlˈɔːɹi ænd tɹˈʌbəld ɪts pˈiːs, æz juː wˈɔːkt wɪð mˌiː ɪnðə wˈeɪz ʌv stɹˈaɪf ; ɔːɹ juː mˌaɪthɐv bɹˈeɪvd ðə θˈɪŋ, ænd sˈeɪvd ðə lˈæmp ʌv sˈoʊl ðæt flˈɪkɚz ænd dˈaɪz.