text_original: Lady! if thy life be holy As when thou wert yet a child, Though our song be melancholy, It will stir no anguish wild; For the soul that hath lived well, For the soul that child like is, There is quiet in the spell That brings back early memories.
text_transcription: LADY IF THY LIFE BE HOLY AS WHEN THOU WERT YET A CHILD THOUGH OUR SONG BE MELANCHOLY IT WILL STIR NO ANGUISH WILD FOR THE SOUL THAT HATH LIVED WELL FOR THE SOUL THAT CHILDLIKE IS THERE IS QUIET IN THE SPELL THAT BRINGS BACK EARLY MEMORIES
phonemes: lˈeɪdi! ɪf ðˌaɪ lˈaɪf biː hˈoʊli æz wɛn ðˈaʊ wˈɜːt jˈɛt ɐ tʃˈaɪld, ðˌoʊ ˌaʊɚ sˈɔŋ biː mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli, ɪt wɪl stˈɜː nˈoʊ ˈæŋɡwɪʃ wˈaɪld; fɚðə sˈoʊl ðæt hæθ lˈɪvd wˈɛl, fɚðə sˈoʊl ðæt tʃˈaɪld lˈaɪk ɪz, ðɛɹ ɪz kwˈaɪət ɪnðə spˈɛl ðæt bɹˈɪŋz bˈæk ˈɜːli mˈɛmɚɹiz.