text_original: Long was the way, and steep and hard the climb ; Sore are my limbs, and fain I am to rest. Behind me lie long sandy tracks of time ; Before me rises the steep mountain crest. Let me stand still ; the journey is half done, And when less weary I will travel on.
text_transcription: LONG WAS THE WAY AND STEEP AND HARD TO CLIMB SORE ARE MY LIMBS AND FAIN I AM TO REST BEHIND ME LIE LONG SANDY TRACKS OF TIME BEFORE ME RISES THE STEEP MOUNTAIN CREST LET ME STAND STILL THE JOURNEY IS HALF DONE AND WHEN LESS WEARY I WILL TRAVEL ON
phonemes: lˈɔŋ wʌzðə wˈeɪ, ænd stˈiːp ænd hˈɑːɹd ðə klˈaɪm ; sˈɔːɹ ɑːɹ maɪ lˈɪmz, ænd fˈeɪn aɪɐm tə ɹˈɛst. bᵻhˌaɪnd mˌiː lˈaɪ lˈɔŋ sˈændi tɹˈæks ʌv tˈaɪm ; bᵻfˌɔːɹ mˌiː ɹˈaɪzᵻz ðə stˈiːp mˈaʊntɪn kɹˈɛst. lˈɛt mˌiː stˈænd stˈɪl ; ðə dʒˈɜːni ɪz hˈæf dˈʌn, ænd wɛn lˈɛs wˈɪɹi aɪ wɪl tɹˈævəl ˈɔn.