text_original: and pitying grant Us of thy sunny sheaves of Harvest Day; Hours brimmed with sweetness and all glad with love,   That, passing on, we scarce may heed the way "That erst was strewn with sharpest stones and weeds; So lead us gently, Time, we may not miss Aught of Life's joy or of its brilliant light, Or, missing, crave a fuller cup than this!"
text_transcription: AND PITYING GRAND US OF THY SUNNY SHEAVES OF HARVEST DAY OURS BRIMMED WITH SWEETNESS AND ALL GLAD WITH LOVE THAT PASSING ON WE SCARCE MAY HEED THE WAY THAT ERST WAS STREWN WITH SHARPEST STONE AND WEEDS SO LEAD US GENTLY TIME WE MAY NOT MISS AUGHT OF LIFE'S JOY OR OF ITS BRILLIANT LIGHT OR MISSING CRAVE A FULLER CUP THAN THIS
phonemes: ænd pˈɪɾiɪŋ ɡɹˈænt ˌʌs ʌv ðˌaɪ sˈʌni ʃˈiːvz ʌv hˈɑːɹvɪst dˈeɪ; ˈaʊɚz bɹˈɪmd wɪð swˈiːtnəs ænd ˈɔːl ɡlˈæd wɪð lˈʌv,   ðˈæt, pˈæsɪŋ ˈɔn, wiː skˈɛɹs mˈeɪ hˈiːd ðə wˈeɪ "ðæt ˈɜːst wʌz stɹˈuːn wɪð ʃˈɑːɹpɪst stˈoʊnz ænd wˈiːdz; sˌoʊ lˈiːd ˌʌs dʒˈɛntli, tˈaɪm, wiː mˈeɪ nˌɑːt mˈɪs ˈɔːt ʌv lˈaɪfz dʒˈɔɪ ɔːɹ ʌv ɪts bɹˈɪliənt lˈaɪt, ɔːɹ, mˈɪsɪŋ, kɹˈeɪv ɐ fˈʊlɚ kˈʌp ðɐn ðˈɪs!"