text_original: On one frail mortal like myself I set the store of years, And freighted well the ship that day with all my hopes and fears. With all my hopes (for fears were not, upon that happy day), And never sign of cloud uprose above my sunlit way!
text_transcription: ON ONE FRAIL MORTAL LIKE MYSELF I SET A STORE OF YEARS AND FREIGHTED WELL THE SHIP THAT DAY WITH ALL MY HOPES AND FEARS WITH ALL MY HOPES FOR FEARS WERE NOT UPON THAT HAPPY DAY AND NEVER A SIGN OF CLOUD UPROSE ABOVE MY SUNLIT WAY
phonemes: ˌɔn wˈʌn fɹˈeɪl mˈɔːɹɾəl lˈaɪk maɪsˈɛlf aɪ sˈɛt ðə stˈɔːɹ ʌv jˈɪɹz, ænd fɹˈeɪɾᵻd wˈɛl ðə ʃˈɪp ðæt dˈeɪ wɪð ˈɔːl maɪ hˈoʊps ænd fˈɪɹz. wɪð ˈɔːl maɪ hˈoʊps (fɔːɹ fˈɪɹz wɜː nˈɑːt, əpˌɑːn ðæt hˈæpi dˈeɪ), ænd nˈɛvɚ sˈaɪn ʌv klˈaʊd ˈʌpɹoʊz əbˌʌv maɪ sˈʌnlɪt wˈeɪ!