text_original: If any chanced to go astray, Moaning in fear of coming harms, Hope brought the wanderer back alway, Safe nestled in her snowy arms. III. From that soft nest the happy one Looked up at me and calmly smiled; Its hair shone golden in the sun, And made it seem a heavenly child.
text_transcription: IF ANY CHANCED TO GO ASTRAY MOANING IN FEAR OF COMING HARMS HOPE BROUGHT THE WANDERER BACK ALWAY SAFE NESTLED IN HER SNOWY ARMS PART THREE FROM THAT SOFT NEST THE HAPPY ONE LOOKED UP AT ME AND CALMLY SMILED ITS HAIR SHONE GOLDEN IN THE SUN AND MADE IT SEEM A HEAVENLY CHILD
phonemes: ɪf ˌɛni tʃˈænst tə ɡˌoʊ ɐstɹˈeɪ, mˈoʊnɪŋ ɪn fˈɪɹ ʌv kˈʌmɪŋ hˈɑːɹmz, hˈoʊp bɹˈɔːt ðə wˈɔndɚɹɚ bˈæk ˈɔlweɪ, sˈeɪf nˈɛsəld ɪn hɜː snˈoʊi ˈɑːɹmz. ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː. fɹʌm ðæt sˈɔft nˈɛst ðə hˈæpi wˈʌn lˈʊkt ˌʌp æt mˌiː ænd kˈɑːmli smˈaɪld; ɪts hˈɛɹ ʃˈɑːn ɡˈoʊldən ɪnðə sˈʌn, ænd mˌeɪd ɪt sˈiːm ɐ hˈɛvənli tʃˈaɪld.