text_original: Its iris in the tear Gives Hope her haven and our dreams their gate. Now find we, tho the guerdon be forgot, A glory set beyond us, and a call That cries that we are not As clouds that vanish or as leaves that fall.
text_transcription: ITS IRIS IN THE TEAR GIVES HOPE HER HAVEN AND OUR DREAMS THEIR GAIT NOW FIND WE THOUGH THE GARDEN BE FORGOT A GLORY SET BEYOND US AND THE CALL THAT CRIES THAT WE ARE NOT AS CLOUDS THAT VANISH OR AS LEAVES THAT FALL
phonemes: ɪts ˈaɪɹɪs ɪnðə tˈɪɹ ɡˈɪvz hˈoʊp hɜː hˈeɪvən ænd ˌaʊɚ dɹˈiːmz ðɛɹ ɡˈeɪt. nˈaʊ fˈaɪnd wiː, ðˈoʊ ðə ɡˈɜːdən biː fɚɡˈɑːt, ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹi sˈɛt bᵻjˈɔnd ˌʌs, ænd ɐ kˈɔːl ðæt kɹˈaɪz ðæt wiː ɑːɹ nˌɑːt æz klˈaʊdz ðæt vˈænɪʃ ɔːɹ æz lˈiːvz ðæt fˈɔːl.