text_original: Let little children's voices rise, For no discordant orphans cries Shall mar their glee. His deeds, though great, And pregnant with the will of fate, Are heralds of a happier day, And pure and innocent as they.
text_transcription: LET LITTLE CHILDREN'S VOICES RISE FOR NO DISCORDANT ORPHAN'S CRIES SHALL MAR THEIR GLEE HIS DEEDS THOUGH GREAT AND PREGNANT WITH THE WILL OF FATE ARE HERALDS OF A HAPPIER DAY AND PURE AND INNOCENT AS THEY
phonemes: lˈɛt lˈɪɾəl tʃˈɪldɹənz vˈɔɪsᵻz ɹˈaɪz, fɔːɹ nˈoʊ dɪskˈɔːɹdənt ˈɔːɹfənz kɹˈaɪz ʃˌæl mˈɑːɹ ðɛɹ ɡlˈiː. hɪz dˈiːdz, ðˌoʊ ɡɹˈeɪt, ænd pɹˈɛɡnənt wɪððə wɪl ʌv fˈeɪt, ɑːɹ hˈɛɹəldz əvə hˈæpɪɚ dˈeɪ, ænd pjˈʊɹ ænd ˈɪnəsənt æz ðeɪ.