text_original: A THOUGHT 6 1 For to share is the bliss of heaven, as it is the joy of earth, And the unshared bread lacks savor, and the wine unshared lacks zest, And the joy of the soul redeemed would be little, little worth, If, content with its own security, it could forget the rest.
text_transcription: FOR TO SHARE IS THE BLISS OF HEAVEN AS IT IS THE JOY OF EARTH AND THE UNSHARED BREAD LIKE SAVOR AND THE WINE UNSHARED LIKE ZEST AND THE JOY OF THE SOUL REDEEMED WOULD BE LITTLE LITTLE WORTH IF CONTENT WITH ITS OWN SECURITY IT COULD FORGET THE REST
phonemes: ɐ θˈɔːt sˈɪks wˈʌn fɔːɹ tə ʃˈɛɹ ɪz ðə blˈɪs ʌv hˈɛvən, ˌæzɪtˌɪz ðə dʒˈɔɪ ʌv ˈɜːθ, ænd ðɪ ʌnʃˈɛɹd bɹˈɛd lˈæks sˈeɪvɚ, ænd ðə wˈaɪn ʌnʃˈɛɹd lˈæks zˈɛst, ænd ðə dʒˈɔɪ ʌvðə sˈoʊl ɹᵻdˈiːmd wʊd biː lˈɪɾəl, lˈɪɾəl wˈɜːθ, ɪf, kˈɑːntɛnt wɪð ɪts ˈoʊn sᵻkjˈʊɹɹᵻɾi, ɪt kʊd fɚɡˈɛt ðə ɹˈɛst.