text_original: But we who inherit the primal curse, and labour for our bread, Have yet, thank God, the gift of Home, though Eden's gate is barred: And through the Winter's crystal veil, Love's roses blossom red, For him who lives in a house that has a snowman in the yard.
text_transcription: BUT WE WHO INHERIT THE PRIMAL CURSE AND LABOR FOR OUR BREAD HAVE YET THANK GOD THE GIFT OF HOME THOUGH EDEN'S GATE IS PART AND TO THE WINTER'S CRYSTAL VEIL LOVE'S ROSES BLOSSOM RED FOR HIM WHO LIVES IN A HOUSE THAT HAS A SNOW MAN IN THE YARD
phonemes: bˌʌt wiː hˌuː ɪnhˈɛɹɪt ðə pɹˈaɪməl kˈɜːs, ænd lˈeɪbɚ fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ bɹˈɛd, hæv jˈɛt, θˈæŋk ɡˈɑːd, ðə ɡˈɪft ʌv hˈoʊm, ðˌoʊ ˈiːdənz ɡˈeɪt ɪz bˈɑːɹd: ænd θɹuː ðə wˈɪntɚz kɹˈɪstəl vˈeɪl, lˈʌvz ɹˈoʊzᵻz blˈɔsəm ɹˈɛd, fɔːɹ hˌɪm hˌuː lˈɪvz ɪn ɐ hˈaʊs ðæt hɐz ɐ snˈoʊmən ɪnðə jˈɑːɹd.