text_original: Love is the warm air of the soul ! It reacheth far and wide, Clasping all life with healing touch, Wooing the little into much, 108 777^ HEAVENLY AIRS Making brown branch and buried root To bud and blossom and bear fruit Like the sweet summer tide.
text_transcription: LOVE IS THE WARM AIR OF THE SOUL IT REACHES FAR AND WIDE CLASPING ALL LIFE WITH HEALING TOUCH WOOING THE LITTLE INTO MUCH MAKING BROWN BRANCH AND BURIED ROOT TO BUD AND BLOSSOM AND BEAR FRUIT LIKE THE SWEET SUMMER TIDE
phonemes: lˈʌv ɪz ðə wˈɔːɹm ˈɛɹ ʌvðə sˈoʊl ! ɪt ɹˈiːtʃəθ fˈɑːɹ ænd wˈaɪd, klˈæspɪŋ ˈɔːl lˈaɪf wɪð hˈiːlɪŋ tˈʌtʃ, wˈuːɪŋ ðə lˈɪɾəl ˌɪntʊ mˈʌtʃ, wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪt sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən hˈɛvənli ˈɛɹz mˌeɪkɪŋ bɹˈaʊn bɹˈæntʃ ænd bˈɛɹid ɹˈuːt tə bˈʌd ænd blˈɔsəm ænd bˈɛɹ fɹˈuːt lˈaɪk ðə swˈiːt sˈʌmɚ tˈaɪd.