text_original: What is the secret of the hope that bears them up so bravely In the shelterless unfed to day, the unprovided morrow ? Oh, would that I might learn it, I who sit here looking gravely With an apprehensive shiver for the shape of coming sorrow
text_transcription: WHAT IS THE SECRET OF THE HOPE THAT BEARS THEM UP SO BRAVELY IN THE SHELTERLESS UNFED TO DAY THE UNPROVIDED MORROW OH WOULD THAT I MIGHT LEARN IT I WHO SIT HERE LOOKING GRAVELY WITH AN APPREHENSIVE SHIVER FOR THE SHAPE OF COMING SORROW
phonemes: wˌʌt ɪz ðə sˈiːkɹᵻt ʌvðə hˈoʊp ðæt bˈɛɹz ðˌɛm ˌʌp sˌoʊ bɹˈeɪvli ɪnðə ʃˈɛltɚləs ʌnfˈɛd tə dˈeɪ, ðɪ ʌnpɹəvˈaɪdᵻd mˈɑːɹoʊ ? ˈoʊ, wʊd ðæt aɪ mˌaɪt lˈɜːn ɪt, aɪ hˌuː sˈɪt hˈɪɹ lˈʊkɪŋ ɡɹˈeɪvli wɪð ɐn ˌæpɹihˈɛnsɪv ʃˈɪvɚ fɚðə ʃˈeɪp ʌv kˈʌmɪŋ sˈɑːɹoʊ