text_original: And while we vainly strive and chide, Little by little, undescried, The tiny roots of life take hold, Anchoring their fibres in the mould.
text_transcription: AND WHILE WE VAINLY STRIVE AND CHIDE LITTLE BY LITTLE UNDESCRIED THE TINY ROOTS OF LIFE TAKE HOLD ANCHORING THEIR FIBRES IN THE MOULD
phonemes: ænd wˌaɪl wiː vˈeɪnli stɹˈaɪv ænd tʃˈaɪd, lˈɪɾəl baɪ lˈɪɾəl, ˌʌndᵻskɹˈeɪd, ðə tˈaɪni ɹˈuːts ʌv lˈaɪf tˈeɪk hˈoʊld, ˈæŋkɚɹɪŋ ðɛɹ fˈaɪbɚz ɪnðə mˈoʊld.