text_original: Theirs the dower of happy giving, theirs the heritage of Fate Which, when faith has grown to fulness, and the little is made great, Brings to love its true rewarding, harvested or soon or late. TEMPERAMENTS 1 9 Jacob Boehme, by gone mystic, gifted with a strange insight, As I read your yellowed pages, which in former times were white, And review my men and women, half I deem that you were right.
text_transcription: THERE'S THE DOWER OF HAPPY GIVING THERE'S THE HERITAGE OF FATE WHICH WHEN FAITH HAS GROWN TO FULNESS AND THE LITTLE IS MADE GREAT BRINGS TO LOVE ITS TRUE REWARDING HARVESTED OR SOON OR LATE JACOB BOEHMER BYGONE MYSTIC GIFTED WITH A STRANGE INSIGHT AS I READ YOUR YELLOW PAGES WHICH IN FORMER TIMES WERE WHITE AND REVIEW MY MEN AND WOMEN HAVE I DEEM THAT YOU WERE RIGHT
phonemes: ðˈɛɹz ðə dˈaʊɚɹ ʌv hˈæpi ɡˈɪvɪŋ, ðˈɛɹz ðə hˈɛɹɪɾɪdʒ ʌv fˈeɪt wˈɪtʃ, wˌɛn fˈeɪθ hɐz ɡɹˈoʊn tə fˈʌlnəs, ænd ðə lˈɪɾəl ɪz mˌeɪd ɡɹˈeɪt, bɹˈɪŋz tə lˈʌv ɪts tɹˈuː ɹᵻwˈɔːɹdɪŋ, hˈɑːɹvɪstᵻd ɔːɹ sˈuːn ɔːɹ lˈeɪt. tˈɛmpɹəmənts wˈʌn nˈaɪn dʒˈeɪkəb bˈoʊhm, baɪ ɡɔn mˈɪstɪk, ɡˈɪftᵻd wɪð ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ ˈɪnsaɪt, æz aɪ ɹˈiːd jʊɹ jˈɛloʊd pˈeɪdʒᵻz, wˌɪtʃ ɪn fˈɔːɹmɚ tˈaɪmz wɜː wˈaɪt, ænd ɹᵻvjˈuː maɪ mˈɛn ænd wˈɪmɪn, hˈæf aɪ dˈiːm ðæt juː wɜː ɹˈaɪt.