text_original: I wandered down the sunny glade And ever mused, my love, of thee; My thoughts, like little children, played, As gayly and as guilelessly. II. If any chanced to go astray, Moaning in fear of coming harms, Hope brought the wanderer back alway, Safe nestled in her snowy arms.
text_transcription: I WANDERED DOWN THE SUNNY GLADE AND EVER MUSED MY LOVE OF THEE MY THOUGHTS LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN PLAYED AS GAILY AND AS GUILELESSLY PART TWO IF ANY CHANCED TO GO ASTRAY MOANING IN FEAR OF COMING HARMS HOPE BROUGHT THE WANDERER BACK ALWAY SAFE NESTLED IN HER SNOWY ARMS
phonemes: aɪ wˈɔndɚd dˌaʊn ðə sˈʌni ɡlˈeɪd ænd ˈɛvɚ mjˈuːzd, maɪ lˈʌv, ʌv ðˈiː; maɪ θˈɔːts, lˈaɪk lˈɪɾəl tʃˈɪldɹən, plˈeɪd, æz ɡˈeɪli ænd æz ɡˈaɪlləsli. ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː. ɪf ˌɛni tʃˈænst tə ɡˌoʊ ɐstɹˈeɪ, mˈoʊnɪŋ ɪn fˈɪɹ ʌv kˈʌmɪŋ hˈɑːɹmz, hˈoʊp bɹˈɔːt ðə wˈɔndɚɹɚ bˈæk ˈɔlweɪ, sˈeɪf nˈɛsəld ɪn hɜː snˈoʊi ˈɑːɹmz.