text_original: O beautiful and glad! The gifts in thy bestowal seem too fair; If any heart be sad, Thou waitest with the balsam for its care; 81 CALIFORNIA And if one question thee Thy love shall speak, tho low the answer be As dip of distant oar, Or conchs blown faintly on a haunted shore Heard when the fog s white dusk is on the sea. But dream and memory meet, Wistful to know thy future way through Time.
text_transcription: O BEAUTIFUL AND GLAD THE GIFTS IN THY BESTOWAL SEEM TOO FAIR IF ANY HEART BE SAD THOU WAITEST WITH THE BALSAM FOR ITS CARE AND IF ONE QUESTION THEE THY LOVE SHALT SPEAK THOUGH LO THE ANSWER BE AS DIP OF DISTANT ORE OR CONSCIOUS BLOWN FAINTLY ON A HAUNTED SHORE HEARD WHEN THE FOG'S WHITE DUSK IS ON THE SEA BUT DREAM AND MEMORY MEET WISTFUL TO KNOW THY FUTURE WAY THROUGH TIME
phonemes: ˈoʊ bjˈuːɾifəl ænd ɡlˈæd! ðə ɡˈɪfts ɪn ðˌaɪ bᵻstˈoʊəl sˈiːm tˈuː fˈɛɹ; ɪf ˌɛni hˈɑːɹt biː sˈæd, ðˈaʊ wˈeɪɾɪst wɪððə bˈɔːlsəm fɔːɹ ɪts kˈɛɹ; ˈeɪɾi wˈʌn kˌælɪfˈɔːɹniə ænd ɪf wˈʌn kwˈɛstʃən ðiː ðˌaɪ lˈʌv ʃˌæl spˈiːk, ðˈoʊ lˈoʊ ðɪ ˈænsɚ biː æz dˈɪp ʌv dˈɪstənt ˈɔːɹ, ɔːɹ kˈɑːntʃz blˈoʊn fˈeɪntli ˌɔn ɐ hˈɔːntᵻd ʃˈɔːɹ hˈɜːd wɛn ðə fˈɑːɡ ˈɛs wˈaɪt dˈʌsk ɪz ɔnðə sˈiː. bˌʌt dɹˈiːm ænd mˈɛmɚɹi mˈiːt, wˈɪstfəl tə nˈoʊ ðˌaɪ fjˈuːtʃɚ wˈeɪ θɹuː tˈaɪm.