text_original: shall she ne'er find the haven here below, But anchor in the "silent land," beyond Life's ebb and flow, Beyond vain fret and fond regard, and strivings e'er to see The reason why so oft denied our dearest hopes should be!
text_transcription: SHALL SHE NEVER FIND THE HAVEN HERE BELOW BUT ANCHOR IN THE SILENT LAND BEYOND LIFE'S EBB AND FLOW BEYOND VAIN FRET AND FOND REGARD AND STRIVINGS EVER TO SEE THE REASON WHY SO OFT DENIED OUR DEAREST HOPES SHOULD BE
phonemes: ʃˌæl ʃiː nˈɛɹ fˈaɪnd ðə hˈeɪvən hˈɪɹ bᵻlˈoʊ, bˌʌt ˈæŋkɚɹ ɪnðə "sˈaɪlənt lˈænd," bᵻjˌɔnd lˈaɪfz ˈɛb ænd flˈoʊ, bᵻjˌɔnd vˈeɪn fɹˈɛt ænd fˈɑːnd ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹd, ænd stɹˈaɪvɪŋz ˈɛɹ tə sˈiː ðə ɹˈiːzən wˌaɪ sˌoʊ ˈɔft dᵻnˈaɪd ˌaʊɚ dˈɪɹɪst hˈoʊps ʃˌʊd bˈiː!