text_original: How far are ye from the innocent, from those Whose hearts are as a little lane serene, Smooth heaped from wall to wall with unbroke snows, Or in the summer blithe with lamb cropped green, Save the one track, where naught more rude is seen Than the plump wain at even Bringing home four months' sunshine bound in sheaves!   How far are ye from those! yet who believes That ye can shut out heaven?
text_transcription: HOW FAR ARE YE FROM THE INNOCENT FROM THOSE WHOSE HEARTS ARE AS A LITTLE LANE SERENE SMOOTH HEAPED FROM WALL TO WALL WITH UNBROKE SNOWS OR IN THE SUMMER BLYTHE WITH LAMB CROPPED GREEN SAVE TO ONE TRACK WHERE NOT MORE RUDE IS SEEN THAN THE PLUMP WANE AT EVEN BRINGING HOME FOUR MONTHS SUNSHINE BOUND IN SHEAVES HOW FAR YE FROM THOSE YET WHO BELIEVES THAT YE CAN SHUT OUT HEAVEN
phonemes: hˌaʊ fˈɑːɹ ɑːɹ jiː fɹʌmðɪ ˈɪnəsənt, fɹʌm ðoʊz hˌuːz hˈɑːɹts ɑːɹ æz ɐ lˈɪɾəl lˈeɪn sɚɹˈiːn, smˈuːð hˈiːpt fɹʌm wˈɔːl tə wˈɔːl wɪð ʌnbɹˈoʊk snˈoʊz, ɔːɹ ɪnðə sˈʌmɚ blˈaɪð wɪð lˈæm kɹˈɑːpt ɡɹˈiːn, sˈeɪv ðə wˈʌn tɹˈæk, wˌɛɹ nˈɔːt mˈɔːɹ ɹˈuːd ɪz sˈiːn ðɐn ðə plˈʌmp wˈeɪn æɾ ˈiːvən bɹˈɪŋɪŋ hˈoʊm fˈɔːɹ mˈʌnθs sˈʌnʃaɪn bˈaʊnd ɪn ʃˈiːvz!   hˌaʊ fˈɑːɹ ɑːɹ jiː fɹʌm ðˈoʊz! jˈɛt hˌuː bᵻlˈiːvz ðæt jiː kæn ʃˈʌt ˈaʊt hˈɛvən?