text_original: 92 MORNING AND EVENING. In the glory of youth the young man went, — His heart with pride was stirred ; "They should yield," he cried, "to the message sent. And force of the burning word/' The long years past, and a wearied man Crept back to the old home door : — " I have spoken my word, and none has heard, And the great world rolls as before."
text_transcription: MORNING AND EVENING IN THE GLORY OF YOUTH THE YOUNG MAN WENT HIS HEART WITH PRIDE WAS STIRRED THEY SHOULD YIELD HE CRIED TO THE MESSAGE SENT AND THE FORCE OF THE BURNING WORD THE LONG YEARS PASSED AND A WEARIED MAN CREPT BACK TO THE OLD HOME DOOR I HAVE SPOKEN MY WORD AND NONE HAS HEARD AND THE GREAT WORLD ROLLS AS BEFORE
phonemes: nˈaɪnti tˈuː mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ænd ˈiːvnɪŋ. ɪnðə ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌv jˈuːθ ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn wˈɛnt, — hɪz hˈɑːɹt wɪð pɹˈaɪd wʌz stˈɜːd ; "ðeɪ ʃˌʊd jˈiːld," hiː kɹˈaɪd, "tə ðə mˈɛsɪdʒ sˈɛnt. ænd fˈɔːɹs ʌvðə bˈɜːnɪŋ wˈɜːd slˈæʃ ðə lˈɔŋ jˈɪɹz pˈæst, ænd ɐ wˈɪɹid mˈæn kɹˈɛpt bˈæk tə ðɪ ˈoʊld hˈoʊm dˈɔːɹ : — " aɪ hæv spˈoʊkən maɪ wˈɜːd, ænd nˈʌn hɐz hˈɜːd, ænd ðə ɡɹˈeɪt wˈɜːld ɹˈoʊlz æz bᵻfˈɔːɹ."