text_original: Thou dost reward our barren years: Our very tears — The dews of memory — Were lovely as the dew, could Grief but see.
text_transcription: THOU DOST REWARD OUR BARREN YEARS OUR VERY TEARS THE DEWS OF MEMORY WERE LOVELY AS THE DEW COULD GRIEF BUT SEE
phonemes: ðˈaʊ dˈɑːst ɹᵻwˈɔːɹd ˌaʊɚ bˈæɹən jˈɪɹz: ˌaʊɚ vˈɛɹi tˈɪɹz — ðə dˈuːz ʌv mˈɛmɚɹi — wɜː lˈʌvli æz ðə dˈuː, kʊd ɡɹˈiːf bˌʌt sˈiː.