text_original: I was the flower amid a toiling world, Where people smiled to see one happy thing, And they were proud and glad to raise me high; They only asked that I should be right fair, A little kind, and gowned wondrously, And surely it were little praise to me If I had pleased them well throughout my life.
text_transcription: I WAS TO FLOWER AMID A TOILING WORLD WHERE PEOPLE SMILED TO SEE ONE HAPPY THING AND THEY WERE PROUD AND GLAD TO RAISE ME HIGH THEY ONLY ASKED THAT I SHOULD BE RIGHT FAIR A LITTLE KIND AND GOWNED WONDROUSLY AND SURELY IT WERE LITTLE PRAISE TO ME IF I HAD PLEASED THEM WELL THROUGHOUT MY LIFE
phonemes: aɪ wʌzðə flˈaʊɚɹ ɐmˈɪd ɐ tˈɔɪlɪŋ wˈɜːld, wˌɛɹ pˈiːpəl smˈaɪld tə sˈiː wˈʌn hˈæpi θˈɪŋ, ænd ðeɪ wɜː pɹˈaʊd ænd ɡlˈæd tə ɹˈeɪz mˌiː hˈaɪ; ðeɪ ˈoʊnli ˈæskt ðæt aɪ ʃˌʊd biː ɹˈaɪt fˈɛɹ, ɐ lˈɪɾəl kˈaɪnd, ænd ɡˈaʊnd wˈʌndɹəsli, ænd ʃˈʊɹli ɪt wɜː lˈɪɾəl pɹˈeɪz tə mˌiː ɪf aɪ hæd plˈiːzd ðˌɛm wˈɛl θɹuːˈaʊt maɪ lˈaɪf.