text_original: Love much. Mens' souls contract with cold suspicion: Shine on them with warm love, and they expand. 'Tis love, not creeds, that from a low condition Leads mankind up to heights supreme and grand. Oh, that the world could see and understand!
text_transcription: LOVE MUCH MEN'S SOULS CONTRACT WITH COLD SUSPICION SHINE ON THEM WITH WARM LOVE AND THEY EXPAND THIS LOVE NOT CREEDS THAT FROM A LOW CONDITION LEADS MANKIND UP TO HEIGHT SUPREME AND GRAND OH THAT THE WORLD COULD SEE AND UNDERSTAND
phonemes: lˈʌv mˈʌtʃ. mˈɛnz sˈoʊlz kˈɑːntɹækt wɪð kˈoʊld səspˈɪʃən: ʃˈaɪn ˌɔn ðˌɛm wɪð wˈɔːɹm lˈʌv, ænd ðeɪ ɛkspˈænd. tˈɪz lˈʌv, nˌɑːt kɹˈiːdz, ðæt fɹʌm ɐ lˈoʊ kəndˈɪʃən lˈiːdz mæŋkˈaɪnd ˌʌp tə hˈaɪts suːpɹˈiːm ænd ɡɹˈænd. ˈoʊ, ðætðə wˈɜːld kʊd sˈiː ænd ˌʌndɚstˈænd!