text_original: It takes them not  no hand but ours can rob Each other of this gift surpassing all! No hand but ours can bind or break this bond, And from no other hand but ours can fall Blight or distrust, or grief or bitter pain; And so, my own, in this we builded well If through life's storm or sunshine there shall fall No grief or loss our lips may ever tell!
text_transcription: IT TAKES THEM NOT NO HAND BUT OURS CAN ROB EACH OTHER OF THIS GIFT SURPASSING ALL NO HAND BUT OURS CAN BIND OR BREAK THIS BOND AND FROM NO OTHER HAND BUT OURS CAN FALL BLIGHT OR DISTRUST OR GRIEF OR BITTER PAIN AND SO MY OWN IN THIS WE BUILD IT WELL IF THROUGH LIFE'S STORM OR SUNSHINE THERE SHALL FALL NO GRIEF OR LOSS OUR LIPS MAY EVER TELL
phonemes: ɪt tˈeɪks ðˌɛm nˌɑːt nˈoʊ hˈænd bˌʌt aʊɚz kæn ɹˈɑːb ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚɹ ʌv ðɪs ɡˈɪft sɚpˈæsɪŋ ˈɔːl! nˈoʊ hˈænd bˌʌt aʊɚz kæn bˈaɪnd ɔːɹ bɹˈeɪk ðɪs bˈɑːnd, ænd fɹʌm nˈoʊ ˈʌðɚ hˈænd bˌʌt aʊɚz kæn fˈɔːl blˈaɪt ɔːɹ dɪstɹˈʌst, ɔːɹ ɡɹˈiːf ɔːɹ bˈɪɾɚ pˈeɪn; ænd sˈoʊ, maɪ ˈoʊn, ɪn ðɪs wiː bˈɪldᵻd wˈɛl ɪf θɹuː lˈaɪfz stˈɔːɹm ɔːɹ sˈʌnʃaɪn ðɛɹ ʃˌæl fˈɔːl nˈoʊ ɡɹˈiːf ɔːɹ lˈɔs ˌaʊɚ lˈɪps mˈeɪ ˈɛvɚ tˈɛl!