text_original: Nature, thy soul was one with mine, And, as a sister by a younger brother Is loved, each flowing to the other, Such love for me was thine. Or wert thou not more like a loving mother With sympathy and loving power to heal, Against whose heart my throbbing heart I'd lay And moan my childish sorrows all away, Till calm and holiness would o'er me steal?
text_transcription: NATURE THY SOUL WAS ONE WITH MINE AND AS A SISTER BY A YOUNGER BROTHER IS LOVED EACH FLOWING TO THE OTHER SUCH LOVE FOR ME WAS THINE OR WERT THOU NOT MORE LIKE A LOVING MOTHER WITH SYMPATHY AND LOVING POWER TO HEAL AGAINST WHOSE HEART MY THROBBING HEART I'D LAY AND MOAN MY CHILDISH SORROWS ALL AWAY TILL CALM AND HOLINESS WOULD O'ER ME STILL
phonemes: nˈeɪtʃɚ, ðˌaɪ sˈoʊl wʌz wˈʌn wɪð mˈaɪn, ænd, æz ɐ sˈɪstɚ baɪ ɐ jˈʌŋɡɚ bɹˈʌðɚɹ ɪz lˈʌvd, ˈiːtʃ flˈoʊɪŋ tə ðɪ ˈʌðɚ, sˈʌtʃ lˈʌv fɔːɹ mˌiː wʌz ðˈaɪn. ɔːɹ wˈɜːt ðˈaʊ nˌɑːt mˈɔːɹ lˈaɪk ɐ lˈʌvɪŋ mˈʌðɚ wɪð sˈɪmpəθi ænd lˈʌvɪŋ pˈaʊɚ tə hˈiːl, ɐɡˈɛnst hˌuːz hˈɑːɹt maɪ θɹˈɑːbɪŋ hˈɑːɹt aɪd lˈeɪ ænd mˈoʊn maɪ tʃˈaɪldɪʃ sˈɑːɹoʊz ˈɔːl ɐwˈeɪ, tˈɪl kˈɑːm ænd hˈoʊlinəs wʊd ˈɔːɹ mˌiː stˈiːl?