text_original: Though she turns to lamenting, all laughter, Though she gives us despair for delight, Life holds a new meaning thereafter, For those who will greet her aright. They stretch out their hands to each other, For Sorrow unites and endears, The children of one tender mother The sweet, blessed Lady of Tears. THE MASTER HAND.
text_transcription: THOUGH SHE TURNS TO LAMENTING ALL LAUGHTER THOUGH SHE GIVES US DESPAIR FOR DELIGHT LIFE HOLDS A NEW MEANING THEREAFTER FOR THOSE WHO WILL GREET HER ARIGHT THEY STRETCH OUT THEIR HANDS TO EACH OTHER FOR SORROW UNITES AND ENDEARS THE CHILDREN OF ONE TENDER MOTHER THE SWEET BLESSED LADY OF TEARS END OF POEM
phonemes: ðˌoʊ ʃiː tˈɜːnz tə lɐmˈɛntɪŋ, ˈɔːl lˈæftɚ, ðˌoʊ ʃiː ɡˈɪvz ˌʌs dᵻspˈɛɹ fɔːɹ dᵻlˈaɪt, lˈaɪf hˈoʊldz ɐ nˈuː mˈiːnɪŋ ðɛɹˈæftɚ, fɔːɹ ðoʊz hˌuː wɪl ɡɹˈiːt hɜːɹ ɚɹˈaɪt. ðeɪ stɹˈɛtʃ ˈaʊt ðɛɹ hˈændz tʊ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ, fɔːɹ sˈɑːɹoʊ juːnˈaɪts ænd ɛndˈɪɹz, ðə tʃˈɪldɹən ʌv wˈʌn tˈɛndɚ mˈʌðɚ ðə swˈiːt, blˈɛst lˈeɪdi ʌv tˈɪɹz. ðə mˈæstɚ hˈænd.