text_original: ET me stand still upon the height of life ; Much has been won, though much there is to win. I am a little weary of the strife ; Let me stand still awhile, nor count it sin To cool my hot brow, ease the travel pain, And then address me to the road again.
text_transcription: LET ME STAND STILL UPON THE HEIGHT OF LIFE MUCH HAS BEEN WON THOUGH MUCH THERE IS TO WIN I AM A LITTLE WEARY OF THE STRIFE LET ME STAND STILL AWHILE NOR COUNTED SIN TO COOL MY HOT BROW EASE THE TRAVEL PAIN AND THEN ADDRESS ME TO THE ROAD AGAIN
phonemes: ˌiːtˈiː mˌiː stˈænd stˈɪl əpˌɑːn ðə hˈaɪt ʌv lˈaɪf ; mˈʌtʃ hˈæzbiːn wˈʌn, ðˌoʊ mˈʌtʃ ðɛɹ ɪz tə wˈɪn. aɪɐm ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˈɪɹi ʌvðə stɹˈaɪf ; lˈɛt mˌiː stˈænd stˈɪl ɐwˈaɪl, nˈɔːɹ kˈaʊnt ɪt sˈɪn tə kˈuːl maɪ hˈɑːt bɹˈaʊ, ˈiːz ðə tɹˈævəl pˈeɪn, ænd ðˈɛn ɐdɹˈɛs mˌiː tə ðə ɹˈoʊd ɐɡˈɛn.