text_original: HEN the New Year came, we said, Half with hope and half with dread : " Welcome, child, new born to be Last of Time s great family ! All thy brethren, bent and gray, Aged and worn, have passed away To the place where dead years go, Place which mortals cannot know.
text_transcription: WHEN THE NEW YEAR CAME WE SAID HALF WITH HOPE AND HALF WITH DREAD WELCOME CHILD NEW BORN TO BE LAST OF TIME'S GREAT FAMILY ALL THY BRETHREN BENT AND GREY AGED AND WORN HAVE PASSED AWAY TO THE PLACE WHERE DEAD YEARS GO PLACE WHICH MORTALS CANNOT KNOW
phonemes: ˌeɪtʃˌiːˈɛn ðə nˈuː jˈɪɹ kˈeɪm, wiː sˈɛd, hˈæf wɪð hˈoʊp ænd hˈæf wɪð dɹˈɛd : " wˈɛlkʌm, tʃˈaɪld, nˈuː bˈɔːɹn təbi lˈæst ʌv tˈaɪm ˈɛs ɡɹˈeɪt fˈæmɪli ! ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ bɹˈɛðɹən, bˈɛnt ænd ɡɹˈeɪ, ˈeɪdʒd ænd wˈɔːɹn, hæv pˈæst ɐwˈeɪ tə ðə plˈeɪs wˌɛɹ dˈɛd jˈɪɹz ɡˈoʊ, plˈeɪs wˌɪtʃ mˈɔːɹɾəlz kænˈɑːt nˈoʊ.